S C H A S A S I N Y A N G W E

Youniverse

AN
ANTHOLOGY
OF
POEMS

"AMAZING. A MUST READ." GREAT READS

 CONTENTS

FOREWORD
ACKNOWLEGMENTS
INTRODUCTION
ADOLESCENSE
LOVE
PEOPLE AND PLACES
INDEX

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 DEDICATION

I DEDICATE THIS TO-

MY FLOWER

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 FOREWORD

In an interview between the Author and Journalist Thamsanqa Mpofu at the

Midlands State University of Zimbabwe. This rather fun interview gave interesting
insight as to what kind of a person the Author is and possibly what to expect from
him in the near future. The details are as follows:

TM: So tell me about yourself basically who you are?

SS: My name is Schasa Sinyangwe Im 17 years old. Pisces, I was born in Zimbabwe,
raised in Zambia. I live in Lusaka. Im an artist! I can sing, rap, draw a little and I
can write poems. Im someone whos open to the guidance of synchronicity but I
dont let it hinder my path.
TM: Wow! Great so how do you manage to do all these things since you are still a
student? Doesnt it affect your studies at times?
SS: Well it does sometimes but it just kinda mixes together, because what I do
is literature and thats a subject Im very good at. I suck at math though.
TM: Well you cant be good in every subject I suppose.
SS: Yeah I guess.
TM: So where do you get your inspiration from?
SS: Anime and Ive always just had this strong feeling that I should fight and
become someone ya know? And I feel that this is that bomb that will win the war.
TM: Talking about fighting what challenges do you face as an artist?
SS: piracy and ignorance.
TM: What about the eBook revolution does it affect you positively?
SS: It brings more good than bad it does limit our market to a certain extent but its
modern and so is our book its hip and happening.
TM: Okay what is YOUNIVERSE all about?
SS: Its an anthology of poems by myself and a few friends of mine. Most people are
able to relate with our stories, I wont say much about it just check it out its super
lit.
TM: So what genre do you put your writings in?
SS: All of them
TM: Which one were you aiming for when you first started writing?
SS: I wanted to write fantasy like The Hobbit and Harry Potter but hey thats a
story for another day!

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 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I am deeply grateful to Kudzanai Chapeyama for being not only my mentor and my
inspiration but also my friend. I would also like thank the whole team at CLOUD CASTLE
for making my dreams come true. Thanks a lot to Magus Dalochi for opening my eyes to
the possibilities. Thank you David Yese, James Manda, Martin Nyirenda and Kuta R.D
Mungili for all the good times we had. Thank you Masashi Kishimoto for bringing
happiness into our lives. I also Thank GOD for keeping me alive Im also glad I didnt kill
myself last year. Things are super lit right now. Thank GOD for the internet, android
phones and the clear history option amen. XOXOXO

- Schasa Sinyangwe

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 INTRODUCTION

Poetry is a form of literature that uses aesthetics and rhythmic qualities of language- such
as phonaesthetics, sound symbolism and metre to evoke meanings. Poetry to me is more
than just a bunch of words put together on a piece of paper that say one thing but the
meaning is actually a whole lot different. Poetry is my YOUNIVERSE I dont know where I
would be without it. Poetry gave me a voice when I was too afraid to speak out. Poetry
took me in when I didnt fit in anywhere else, when I read poetry I felt as if I wrote it too.
It made me believe that I could be a part of something bigger than myself. I became
poetry, when I read other peoples poems I could relate so well with them. Had me feeling
nostalgic like damn! That happened to me last week or even five minutes ago. Most kids
where I come from never really have a chance to be themselves. Where I come from most
of the kids are so closed they grew up their whole lives without even realizing there is a
box. YOUNIVERSE is the book for that kid whos outside the box, that kid who wants
more than what his/her world can offer. Well as for me and the rest of the team at Cloud
Castle YOUNIVERSE is only the first step, come walk with us.

- Schasa Sinyangwe

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ADOLESCENTS

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 CHOICES
A decision is something you live with like its a chronic illness, its the choices we make now
that really count even more so than the numbers you would like to have in your bank
account.

Even if we could put a price on happiness we would still be a sad people, dont let any powers
pull you down, do what makes you happy and do it now!

Many people have died and have been buried so were their dreams, your future shines even
brighter than the moonlight gleams.

The whole point is to live your life, be free, fruitful and happy. We all live and eventually die
but we must create something that wont.

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 IDENTITY
Just like the sun I rise and I set.
just like the moon I shine with no regret but yet I feel so empty but how?
I eat plenty.

Anyway Im not all benevolent Im nowhere near malevolent

but heres the thing your just irrelevant, well to me
you cant see what I want to be.

Please open your eyes because my limit is the sky

and unlike you my creativity will never die.

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 EYES
Look at us were all grown up, were no longer boys.
It is time we cleaned up and packed away all our toys.

There are days when I feel as if Im the only one concerned with growing upwards.
All you have eyes but your stupidity makes up for what you lack in vision.

I tried to act as a lens so I could make things clear, we used to be close but these days you
are far but yet so near.

Puberty is not all about having a bigger penis it is also a mental process it doesnt take
binoculars to see that Im the one who made progress. One day youll be all on your own this
world is yours but every king has to fight for his throne.

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THEY WAITING TO HEAR THEIR THOUGHTS WALTZ OFF
MY TOUNGE
Ive never been able to say how I felt through a status
Not that I find it necessary.
But with words as a weapon I always thought myself a mercenary, so all my post be rather
misleading and reflect not my mind set but fake good breeding.
I finally quit social networks all together, because I never understood the concept of co-
existing virtually.
As friends follow people and trends
I found that sickening like intellectual aids.

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 DREAMS
When I was young my heart was the biggest and even now I can make a big enough list of
people Ive helped out. I have no other doubt the other day I helped the quiet boy shout.
Speak your mind! Speak your mind!
Just make sure most of it is kind, inside we all have that little boy or girl that wants to talk.
Every time were in a crowd its like our jaw locks. Stop!
We all have to face our demons
We all have to define each and every meaning.
Dont be afraid, dont be scared.
The only thing we should fear is the day we cant breathe air.

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LOVE

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 HYPNOSIS
Roses are red violets are blue and if one plus one equals two.
Why cant I be with you.
There are days when I sit and hush others when Im up in a rush
but whenever I talk with you I blush.
Its a force of nature a habit and a must, I dont know what force you have over me because
when I see you I cant think clearly, I look like an idiot really.
My days are happy because of you, people may wonder what I see in you.
I see a bright light I swear its true youll see it one day too
itll be on the day you say I do.

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 STORY TELLER

Ive heard so many stories about you

I think its time I tell one of mine.

I know your type

I know what you like. Oh baby! Believe me Im no story teller.

Girl I want you

youre the one that my heart beat drums to.

Just us two in the room there isnt much we could do

we could turn two into a prime number.

This is our summer

Im going the adolescence its hard to understand all these feelings, baby Im sick desperate
for some sexual healing.

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 CHRISTINA

Lost, lost in her massive beautiful eyes.

Christina my seraph in disguise:-
skin with diamond patterns
her voice controls all kinds of matter
midnight I lay spineless
for her heart is my own metropolis

But yet, I have my own premonition

when she is lonely I will not leave her in isolation
I reckon she doesnt feel the same way as me
this feeling does not make me wary

Oh Christina! you are my sanctuary

and when life is meaningless you are my dictionary
Oh Christina! You are so unique
your vogue, your face
non can compete

She makes my outer most complete

does noble love exist?
Christina you I cant resist.

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 THE HEART
You can break my bones but dont break my heart
My heart sees what my eyes wont
It feels what my hands dont
My heart has ears
It loves what my mind fears

My mind constantly analyzing,

Overthinking
trying to figure things out
Even when theres hope
Looking for reason to doubt

My heart yet innocent

Is held prisoner by my mind
A hostage in my ribcage
Loving you
Is freedom

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 TORN, BROKEN AND DEJECTED
Torn apart between the lies and overly abused by the word called love.
I held it in all the unwanted loneliness and it fitted well with my broken heart just like a
glove.
The shadows claiming my spirit and keeping away my secrets leave them to haunt me in the
open just like Pandoras box.
Taking an effect on my dejected soul and over powering my need to keep on breathing,
liquidated my sense of feeling to take on a painless detox.
From the depths of my heart I still love him but to tell him would make me look like a fool,
tossed away tool who holds claim of love over a stumped stool
To get it straight would mean to lose focus of the vision
making the bitter change harder.
Therefore, keeping me in transition between love and hate, as they say there is a thin line
that draws between the two call it a heaven to hell conversion.

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PEOPLE

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 HALEY
I receive greetings from people as I walk,
folks pay particular attention when I talk,
Maybe its because of my accent
you know Haleys a slick man couldnt goom even by accident.
Yes!
That was me in my days of school
I was perceived to be so cool I could keep freeze-its cold
my hand! This hand was the one thing all the girls wanted to hold.
Haley no one likes you!
Youre mad!
Well so I was told, I live in my own head so it all makes sense to me.

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 I

The day I was born became my death

A product of societies ideas,
A slave to schools ideas,
An errand boy for the gate keepers of morality,
An outcast casted into the competitive community,
An unstable young soul full of emotion,
A deranged boy told to make friends of class.

Who am I?
I ask in the happiness of night
When the world is at rest,
Where dreams are reality
And struggles are vapor
Tis safe to say Im a product of my generation.

Where am I?
In a galaxy where love is in short supply
Where dreams can never be a reality
because my son has to be a doctor?
In a world where war brings unity,
Where cemeteries are full of riches
Because dreams can never be reality
Now I understand the meaning of FATALITY.
The day I was born became the day I died
My words are just gorgons of history.

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 THE FORBIDEN FRUIT
Pencils on her eyebrows make her look as if shes angry all the time
I stare deep into her frown then I looked down.
Then I looked down to her red lipstick colored lips,
So big almost as if she was trying to ask me for a kiss.
I tried to fight back!
But I was over powered by these pornos and hormones.
Sometimes I lose control to these unholy feelings,
Sometimes I forget the fact that we are siblings,
My body telling me to grab the forbidden fruit and bite it
What scares me the most is the fact that I like it.

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 COLOURS
Tears, blood, pain, struggle and strife
the cuts on my wrists could tell you my whole life
my wrist is like my diary
All I ever wanted was to do music
and the poetry
now all I want to do is write a whole bunch bad words about you,
on the moon and put my initials at the end so you can know its me.

You built the garden in my yard

I cant and I wont
Let it happen
Watch my people get skinny
Watch you fatten
I will not let you feed people
From outside when our garden is thriving
Whilst the people in my own house are barely surviving
Brothers and when will we learn
Vigilance
a little bit of knowledge can really damage your ignorance.

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 PEOPLE

Ive seen lots of people and sometimes

I wonder whether black and white will ever be equal
and its probably why all the colored kids like me.
Well everyone has a culture,
Everyone has where they belong,
Everyone has his or her song,
Everyone has a past that molded his or her
Yesterday into a beautiful sculpture
The mind of an artist is a whole new
Youniverse I put what I learn into verse
I love and I curse
Sometimes I cuss when it hurts.
Ive seen lots of people and animals too
Damn!
What a marvelous view.
Truly a genius made it,
Mother earth he chose to name it
No man could ever love a woman this way
look at all the flowers that he gave it.

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 Index

Choices Schasa Sinyamgwe

Identity- Kuta R.D Mungili
Eyes- Schasa Sinyangwe
They waiting to hear their thoughts waltz off my tongue- Kudzanai Chapeyama
Dreams- Kuta R.D Mungili
Hypnosis-Kuta R.D Mungili
Story teller-Schasa Sinyangwe
Christina- Allan Motionless
The Heart-Schasa Sinyangwe
Torn, Broken and dejected-Njavi LuLu Kalengo
Haley-Schasa Sinyangwe
I-Andre Michael Mushonga
The Forbidden Fruit- Schasa Sinyangwe
Colour-Schasa Sinyangwe
People-Schasa Sinyangwe

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