Archives for May 2013

you CRITICIZE ME FOR I SPEAK NOT MY MOTHER TONGUE
you are the cause.

you ABHOR ME FOR I AM DIFFERENT TO YOU
you are not comfortable in your own skin.

you DO NOT SPEAK MY LANGUAGE
it is difficult for you to learn.

you HAVE MULTIPLE HOUSES ALL OVER THE WORLD BUT
you do not have a home

you TRAVEL ALL OVER THE WORLD YET
you have never been to you.

you BENEFITED FROM YOUR RIGHTS AND EVEN OTHER PEOPLE’S RIGHTS
you are still weak.

you SAY YOU LOVE YOUR FAMILY
you do not know what love is.

you HAVE A WIFE AND CHILDREN YET
you still frequent brothels and strip clubs.

you DEMAND RESPECT YET
you do not respect yourself.

you REFUSE TO LISTEN BUT
you want to be heard.

you SPEAK ABOUT THE LIGHT YET
your heart is as dark as the place you come from.

REDEEM YOURSELF FELLOW BEING TAKE A JOURNEY TO SELF.

All you have been is a waste.
You never once stood up for me.
Your existence was my failure,undoing, and punishment.
Just a damn tool for others plans of destruction or pleasure
A masterful escape route for uncontainable anger
Yet now again you will not stand for me?!

No I say to supple forms n mountain bossoms!
To softness shaded purple and blue
To guilt to shame to disgust
What are you? Failure!
I wish to return you, I wish you were not me.

Filth.

Wathintha abafazi, Wathintha imbokodo? Ha.
Every curve yelling out weakness.
Take it back! Take it all back!
Trade in bountiful backsides n tender lips, for broad backs n big hands.
I cannot be your victim.

It didn’t matter that he’d given her a black eye the night before,
he was still there,
It mattered little that he spit in her face,
abused her name and left stripes on her back from his army belt,
never letting her out of his sight
At least he stayed,
No other man had stayed after seeing her disfigured face,
caused by fire that killed her mother and made her father go away,
That put her in Foster homes for naughty children,
Who don’t listen to their mother’s and play with matches

I searched and wandered the morning, I found mist and dew, I found cold shadows, I found damp.
I found cold grey hillsides sheathed in a spongy blanket of moss, I found trees and ferns that dripped tears of water collected throughout the nights dreary hours, I found heavy hung clouds that were in a rush to retreat to the hills.

I found shattered shards from tipped and toppled glasses that only a few hours ago contained happiness, wit and long forgotten stories that had matured into exuberant and loaded with lavish yet like-able tales.
I found damp embers of wood that earlier warmed us and nourished our souls, the flames that licked the skies now long gone. I found a dance-floor sized spread of flattened grass and soggy soil that had once moved with us to a musical tune.

I found early morning birds with ruffled feathers scavenging lawns in search of a easy breakfast, shrugging off the cold as they went about their chores that were driven by evolved instincts.
I found dustbins that had been bastardly savaged and its contents examined and strewn across pathways, the edible delectables stolen to the hills, care of a troop of manic monkeys.

I found that the morning was groggy, along with my head. I found myself tracing my steps back to the warmth and security of my blankets. I found myself sniffing at the sodden air, somehow expecting the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, some salvation.

I found the sun breaking over the crest of the highest peak. I found others strolling around the gardens, holding their heads low, perhaps searching for what I was just looking for.

This morning I found life in the mundane, I found life in my surroundings, I found life.