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The period, she lost herself .


Giggles through her throat Not her stomach Painted in make-up Trying to make it up For not looking as good the last time You were insanely embarrassed No, you didn't say it You didn't need to! She could see in the sudden Acceleration of your Usual turtle slow walk, Walking a few milli blocks away She dragged your sudden speady arm To notice as your eyes drove Right in the direction of the girl, Wearing a tiny yellow dress As she patted her hand on your shoulders Just to give her a little Attention again. Twirling her eyes each second To look all fancy, Because you fancied her like that Learning to twirk because one night That's what told her "Baby, you need to twerk for me" Failing all modules because, She was too afraid to say "I'm sorry but I need to study" "I'm sorry but I need to focus" Can we speak later ? That wasn't her She was smart Your love though Made her utterly stupid.
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Michelle Sithole

Michelle Sithole is a South African poet, dancer, actress and a model. She was born and bred at the city of Kimberley, Northern Cape and moved to Johannesburg, Gauteng to pursue her performing arts and academic career where she fortunately also met the love of her life, Nongisa.

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