W O M E N

Wonderous and woven

Open heart

Mesmirisingly beautiful inside out

Extensively sensible and extricate 

Notable and Nimble

We Are We

Why have we unlearned
Our mother tongues only
to adapt unknown words

The power lies within
The depth
Of our language

Why seek perfection
When it lies
In the gift of our uniqueness

Freely given is
Our language,
Our definition

How meaningful our words
In the tongue we breastfed
hearing

The language the fetus
danced And
Bounced Around To

Dig deeper
Reach in further
Higher within us
Lies the unearthed
 Greatness

Unknown To the world
Incomparable Because
God made us
To be us

Tapestry of Self

Her

Tis I, My Lord. Your Rib

                 
From Your rib
 I was cut out,
With the meat around your most delicate inner organs,
 I was made.
Out of the ribbed canal there I was formed
shaped, colored, stretched,
processed and measured specifically for you.

He put you to sleep and began weaving me.
Patterning me in a way, only he can understand
And only you would love
When he built and molded me
He was in no haste
He took no opinion from you
To make me for you

I was made befitting for you,
I was tailor-made for you
I was created specifically for you
I am the last fitting piece to complete your puzzle

Master was pleased when he made me
He knew I would please you
 And you, in turn, would please him
He knew your eyes would gaze upon me
And see his glory.
He knew your heart would be satiated
Master had you in mind
As he made me

Master commands you to be gentle
To be kind to me
To be my protector 
He knew that if you bruise me
You bruise your rib,
You bruise the Master

He knew that I would desire to come back
To the place of my origin
To the home garden
Therefore he entrusted you with the responsibility 
Maintain it and let butterflies dwell
And the sound of singing birds be heard
Peace and tranquility to abound
Humility and joy to resound

Let no bruise be found on my body
No stain on my Soul
No whiplash on my confidence
No belittling seed on my mind
No blood tears to stain my cheeks

Until Master returns
Man, may your works of
Love toward me
Stand in witness for you

Mitneymitch

My Ninemonths

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My breathing canal
My feeder
My cushion
My housing
My Shock absorber
My drum beater
My cheerleader
My paparazzi
My Selfie buddy
My biggest fan
My groupie
My undeniable stalker

My inspiration

My role Model
Hashem's partner in creating me

From the day I laid eyes on you
From the very cry 
I took a deep breath 
I felt your warm smile
I heard you distantly when you 
said, "you look like daddy"

On your forehead, I felt 
the heat of perspiration
your hard work to ensure my safe 
delivery
You prayed for me 
More than you prayed yourself

In your eyes, you see a miracle. 
A tall giant Miracle
in your womb, I was formed 
as Hashem knew me
in that secret dark place 
I was knitted
as Hashem Willed
Learning his way and grasping the wisdom 
Alas 
as my head squeezed out to the world below
I lost it all 
 I am on a journey to find it 
Dear Mother, pray for me like you did Before
My nine months 
Hashem's partner
Grateful Forever
love 
The one you bore Second 

MitneyMitch

It's Clear,Bow down

I see it only when I bow down
On my knees, head bowed down
Clearly, I see.
My night becoming day.
Beyond the shadows I see
Through the curtains I see
On my knees, the veil is uncovered
The barriers are lifted up
The waters are parted
The Egyptian is killed
On my knees I see
Why I am fed grass?
Why I have to climb a tree to see?
Why I am to tiptoe through the night to ask you a question?
Why I have to keep the secret to my never to be cut hair locks?
Why the bush burns with no evidence of a match stick that lit it?
Why I am to endure each stone as it hits my fragile bones?
Why prison doors and chains fall?
Why the walls of Jerico crumble?
Why Does the giant fall at one hit of my soft stone?
Why do the twelve plagues harden the heart of Pharoah?
Why do their non-blood stained homes lose their first fruits?
Why does the burning furnace fail to consume my flesh?
Why my word is a sharp sword into the Pharisee's black heart?
Only when I bow, do I see it clearly
No blurs
No covering 
No obstruction

It is laid bare at my bowing eyes

Written by
MitneyMitch

IT

Veils of Materialism

We are trapped in a maze of gold and glitter,

Losing sight of our inner light
In pursuit of fleeting vanity.
Whose destiny is death?
We forsake the essence of life
I too am swept into this tide,
Yet feel so secluded.

Our unsatisfied longings,
They weigh us down to groan,
Yearning for more
More than words can explain.
In this silent struggle, we crave
A depth that eludes our grasp.
We yearn!

MitneyMitch

New

New seasons come 
They eventually become old 
Until they are new again
The secrecy of Newness 
Lies buried in your vineyard
The process of fruition belongs to our hands
Harvesting to our faith
And Multiplication to wisdom

Written by

MitneyMitch

My Dearest King

Before the Lord, you shall kneel

Every particle of you shall seek holiness

Now and forever more

Joy filling your heart

Adoration for The Lord will pour out of you 

Meaningfully dedicated to the Lord's Service 

Inwards and outward shall the Lord rule about you 

Now and for eternity 

Mesmerisingly praising Hashem

Observant shall you be of his Laws

Living at his pleasure only and 

After his divine service 

Purposely laying down 

Only to attain his resurrection 

Written by 

MitneyMitch 

No More, Gone it is.

My plan is no more

Gone are my hurried worries,
My shallow frustrations and
Deadly strategies.
Wasted I am,
In pursuit of any other plan

As I wait for you
In patience In submission
In prayer
In obedience
In hope

Your No is difficult to accept but brings much good
Your Yes elevating yet with warnings sign along with it
I stand here dressed in Black
As I wave emergency goodbyes
I see the death boxed six foot lowered down
My plan is no more.
Never to be seen again

Because Everything is Going according
To God's plan.


Written By
Mitneymitch

Flee! Hear, Words come

Protect me from words
Hear them as they come
Fast and speedily
Sharp and blunt
Dense and humid
They carry deadly equipment
They pursue me
What's left of my heart
Can it bear?
Can it hold?
Can it continue to beat?
Fleeing is not enough
Allow me to fly
Like the birds of the air
Let my tears drop from
High above the sky
like rain


No one to see them
Only God to feel them
Blood red they stream down
My cheekbones
Leaving a pink Blush
That screams "I'm okay"
With the remains of my heart

Can it bear?
Can it hold?
Can it beat like it used to?
Only God can hear
This form of a cry

Written By
Mitney Mitch

One Time, One Moment

One time I am at the verge of anger and I can slaughter myself.
One time I am in a moment of total regret.
One moment I am in total submission.
One moment I see future
One moment I smell death
One moment is never the same
One Time never worth it
Unless it is in him
Hashem King Of All

As Prophet Philip banda
once said " Time takes Time"

Written by
Mitneymitch

Mini Bus Life

Seating on the seat of a minibus taxi. Uncomfortable 

Unwelcoming. One anticipates the arrival of their destination.

Constantly shifting and moving just to endure the pain of the almost dejected seat. 

Sharp wires leaving holes and scars..but one continues to endure. 

The possibility of the lack of driving skills and competence in the driver stand high pitched 

Is their assurance of life..certainly not but one goes ahead nevertheless.

Customer service is fading as the destination draws near. 

Cold air and rain creep in through the cavity of the minibus. 

Perseverance grows and the longing for the destination grows stronger and deeper. 

In an uncomfortable place, self strengthen grows. For some fear increases. 

Strange danger pointing sound, trouble is expected. Life is feared for. 

Bumps humps on the road..yellow lines turn green as the accelerator is pressed harder and the 

horn is the mode of communication. 

Perspiration drips and back hairs lift as oncoming traffic faces ahead.

A risk is an oxygen and so what attitudes are life...speed is blood.

And A passenger A babe 

Quick and fast the encounter fades 

Until buttons are kissing the rugged leather seats 

Sweaty hands grab hold of comfort chair handles 

Chidzani

unto you i was given 

as a father you rejoiced in the gift you received 

you thanked mom for bearing you this soul

You saw it bloom 

You saw it grow

You almost saw it bear fruit 

But another plan was in motion

it ate you alive

it tried to take away your smile

but you held your smile

right through the tears 

you always told me it 

would be alright 

you scabbed and bled inside 

but you never let it tear you outside

i loved you 

i love you 

i knew that coming home was a delight

you made me feel normal and bright

i knew that who i was 

around you my inner being shined 

it glowed and we would forget that 

there was physical pain that you felt 

you would say, it is just a cancer of the body

it will go 

Before you were taken away from me

i remember asking you

Daddy, what good is it that you travel back home?

He knew 

and I knew 

That home was only to rest 

he was too tired to answer me

his eyes said it all 

his gaze, his once alive light brown eyes were 

dimmed and low

his smile warm and yet full of worry 

i knew and felt 

his Goodbye to me

in his words :

"be strong for your mother 

as you always have been 

i love you my girl.."

if you were here today 

you would be so proud of the person i have become 

much like you..

In Loving Memory of Chidzani Given Ndebele 

An artist 

A Son 

A husband 

A father 

A grandfather 

Love your baby girl 

Witney Mitchell Ndebele

Written by

Mitneymitch 

Burning in the rain

Burning in the rain

Crying in the fire

Blowing in the wind

Drowning in the shallow

Starving in the vineyard

Washed away in the stream

Overhydrated in the desert

Scorching under the rain

Freezing at the sight of the moon

Suffocating in the sand

Evaporating in the water

Sinking in the plain fields

Submerged in the grass

Breathing in the clouds of dust

Fading away in the old script

Derailed in the tale

Forgotten in the woods

Miscalculated in the algebra

Misspelt in the spelling bee

Silenced in the voice box

Misdialed on the telephone

Suppressed in an endless tunnel

Coded in the password

Entangled in the chaotic city

Weaponized in tongue

Crystallized in the ice storm

Soaked in the heat wave

Melting in the morning dew

Written By

MitneyMitch

Subs

If you are feeling underground

be a Gautrain fast and effective


If you are drowning

be a submarine, hidden and moving


If you are feeling like flying away be a jet,

break the horizon and reach higher heights


If you are feeling hungry taste the sweat of your forehead.


If there is much drama, break a leg


If you are feeling empty

be a vacuum suck all the hidden particles of His kingdom


If you feel like an adventure

flip the Biblical pages and explore His Kingdom


If you are feeling thirsty drink the water of Life


If you are feeling downgraded/outdated,

update and get an upgrade


If your unlimited WiFi is buffering,

switch to Jewish-Heavenly network


If you fell in love, fall out of it. Choose to Love


If you trip and fall, bruise your knees.

Add Dettol and keep running.


If you are lost slow down and ask for directions.


If you are feeling heated blow out cold air


If you quit who will know that you even started


If you are suffocating from the dust down here.

Rise up high beyond the blue sky you find short breath there


If you think you are not high enough,

Reach up beyond the blue sky you will find no air to breathe


If you are high up, look not down for there is choking dust


Written by

MitneyMitch

Wearing Under

Underwear

The underneath

The undergarment

The hidden

The unexposed

The seemingly non existent

The prohibited to be seen

The safe guarded

The sacred

The distinguished

The unmentioned

The highly protected

The untold

The unspeakable

The unspoken

The Known

Yet Unknown

written by
Mitneymitch

i am, The Girl

the girl i used to be.

i used to be the girl that made your heart skip

i used to lean on your shoulder and hear it beat

It beat to same hymn i sang to

Together we made a wonderful piece of art

but apart we made a beautiful art gallery

you are you

and

i am me

i am the girl whom His heart skips for

i lean on His shoulder, the one who created me

i dance at the tune of his heart beat

because i am only me when i am in Him

Together we are Destiny

Written by

MitneyMitch

Area of Waiting

Hashem's Creations 

Waiting Area. 

(A Dialogue between beautiful creations as they waited to be positioned on the earth) 

Sun: I am very bright, I can't sit with my fellow brother 

         Darkness he struggles to look at me. 

Moon: Well, maybe when you should face away as he comes 

Stars: Yes I am positive he would appreciate that. I understand darkness. 

           since we were awarded physical forms, 

           when moon conversant with me I look away because of his glow. 

Moon: Pardon me Stars, I enjoy it when you relate to me

           how you will praise and worship Hashem when the time for positioning comes.

           I can not help but look in your eyes. 

Stars: I will flicker around on sky's embedded cushion as she is already positioned. 

           I will dance gracefully and make wonderful patterns.

            My admirable glow will please the Heart of our Master 

            he pleased with me and allow me to join in with his as long as he wills. 

            I am going to impress him deeply 

Sun: I shine and bring heat at the same time.

         I am a source of light. I will help other creations praise him and worship him.

         At his command, I will rise and set. 

         He will be so pleased with my rising and setting that I will receive grace to worship that way often.

         I will also wait on him as to how bright I must shine. 

         I will be driven by him. 

Moon: How pleasant Sun, our creator has made us miraculous and fashioned in the best way we can worship him. 

Stars: We shall be in unison as we praise and worship our Master. 

           He shall be pleased with himself for he created us eloquent and excellent worshipers. 

🌞🌑⭐

MitneyMitch

Do you Do?

Once I said, I would never do,
I did extremely well.
In all the things I thought I can never do.
Those are the things I would do, did well and at great measure
So to all those things I can not do.
I can do.
I am protecting myself from things I can and can not do.
The deceit that I could not do led me to do at an even greater scale
yet
The deceit that I can do led me not to do at a bum sliding pace,
doing I always do
it is what succeeds at being done
that makes the doing worthwhile 
What do you do?

MitneyMitch

Even Still

You Did

You Did 

You longed for a soul

You sought the unwanted

You wept as my deceit kept the me far from you 

You yelled so that there could be silence 

You poured for me to drink

You drowned so that i could swim 

You sank so that i could float 

You choked so that i could breathe 

You bled to pump my hard heart 

You perspired the poison out of my pores 

You sang jubilation and squeezed out my depression 

You inscribed on my stone heart  

You wiped your tears removing numbing my pain 

You crawled over so i walk gracefully 

You embraced spit so i could keep dry

You beckoned for my soul 

You crunched your teeth in pain for me

You swallowed vomit so i could be without dirt 

You held your breath so i could breathe freely

You knew this feeble heart 

You dehydrated so that i could be watered 

You held on to my soul

You showed courage 

You displayed humility

You put an ease to the tension 

You saw the now

You saw the fire for you build up in me

You saw me pursue you unrelenting 

You did what no one else could or ever will do 
MitneyMitch

The Creator's Created

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The Creator's Created 

Like the tree that worship you in width and in height 

Flowers are budding and blossoming 

Some patterning themselves across the earth 

As the wind passes, the creation moves side to side and 

dances to the tune of your heart 

The rock still and hard a concentrated creation ,worships you in its silence  

Your heart carefully encrypted in every creation you made 

Each living thing alluding at the cause of your word 

Creations pour out their  hearts according to their unique design and make 

In the best way they were created to

A great massive band

All different but all worshipping 

The Sun praises you by rising and setting 

The Moon and stars by shinning bright at night and remaining hidden in the day 

The Sky by ever displaying the seasons 

The Trees with the help of the wind dance side to side 

The Rocks staying still display your beauty  

The The waters wave at you and quickly rise back to you with the help of the Sun

The soil and dust wait to be swept by the wind and mark their colour in the atmosphere 

The rain pours mightily but as gentle as can be 

The pleasing aroma of your nature welcomes your Presence 

The flower dust brightens and lights up the soil and colours the atmosphere in Awe of You 

The Sun reflects on the earth bursting forth colours of your creation reflecting back to you 

And when you see this you reveal  A rainbow, a Sign

When you look down on Your earth 

Your heart Smiles 

As this is why you created 

Your creations 

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MitneyMitch

If Ink was blood

If Ink was blood

           And words were gentiles 

           Then like Jesus   

            I would die on the cross 

             Spill my blood 

              And words could be redeemed

               Free.

     If Compositions were a battlefield

            And Sentences were my soldiers 

            I would be captured in 

             Alludes, catch the ride 

               As they journey to freedom

      If Sentences were a stage

          And Words were dancers 

           I would Coach them 

            For Championships

             Eloquently they would

              Worship the Creator.

   

          I would train them for death and life

           For meaning and depth 

            Even in their death the

             Words would never die.

           A wordless prison.

              And enjoy the tide.

MitneyMitch