Be Strong
Bite your tongue, until it
bleeds iron tasting kisses, onto him.
Category: Poetry
In Search Of Womanhood (II)
And yet,
We own that beauty,
Much more than
The stars we are under.
In Search Of Womanhood (I)
Ariel was my role model,
If she could become human,
Then I could be a little mermaid.
And true loves kiss could save me from anything!
Breast
So, while the NAN can tells me,
that mothers milk is best.
It’s not accepted, in public,
For me to pull out my breast…
This Big
We had to make sure you were ok.
We had to cut open to save
You from my uteruses efforts to give you life.
Me, Beautiful?
Is in the corners of the lips that
fall, even though they know
not to speak all
Attempted Laughter
While the spades name,
slips silent through gritted teeth.
To Our Own Beat
These potholes, catch my heels’ heels in ways that make my knees fold, and all this, chanting, jumping up and down, is making me feel old. There was a time, when moving, grooving felt like fairy dusted gold, but tarmacing and hussling is making wrinkles start to show. There must be more, to these…
The Misinformed Prince, By Mak Manaka
I first heard this piece at the 18th Poetry Africa, Durban. I cried tears of realisation and relief at the same time. I was so dumbfounded that I only realised after it was over, that I had a camera on my lap and could have recorded it. So, I hounded Mak to send me a…
Sunlight
The windows of this jav are clean. That makes me comfortable, it shows care. Care isn’t love though. If this was a loved car, It would be all clean. Not just wiped down, So obvious bits gleam. Why can’t I stop myself from seeing, the familiar, cloudy brown, bottoms and sides? The pane still…