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Monthly Archives: May 2015
Mother Africa (or One Woman’s Story)
They say that she was a mess before they invaded and colonised. Did you see what she was doing to herself? It was self-harm, it was savage, it was depraved. So they thought they’d make it right and make her good. So they made her what they were, assuming they knew more about her than she knew about herself. Intimidated by her origins and her unteachable power, they sent her out as fragments of a woman, divided against and lost to herself. Her filthy history had been cleaned up and given a Christian name. Or so they thought. So they hoped. So they ignorantly believed.
Verse XCVI
As life dictates
Verse XCV
I filled your cup and made it overflow
Verse XCIV
There’s a story I’ve forgotten
Half Goddess
That’s what you get when you’re half human, half goddess. Just like Jesus was fully God and yet fully man. He was fully acquainted with the griefs and sorrows of man whilst altogether divine.
She too bleeds and dies among her people whilst always beyond the troubles of her people.
Verse XCIII
This ghost that has unfinished business
Verse XCII
Verse XCI
‘You’re too young and beautiful to cry’
May Sixth
Verse XC
Verse LXXXIX
Living beyond fiction.
Home
Whenever it all gets too much, I remember I’m not of this world – of moon dust I am made and to that ashen rock will I return.
Verse LXXXVIII
Unstable Times
Living in unstable times, I look to the stars as my signposts and to the rising sun as my promise, knowing that one day when they stop so will I.
And that is fine.
Love Letter to Life
You’ve been doing me gently, killing me softly since 1989. We’re probably in an abusive relationship but I don’t know anything better.
Be good to me and I’ll do my best to work around your flaws.
Verse LXXXVII
Conflict
Don’t wear mascara it might block your eyelid glands. Don’t wash down there it might affect your ph balance. Don’t cut your hair it might not grow back. Don’t wear heels you might ruin your posture. Don’t eat cheese you might get flatulence. Don’t fall in love it might break your heart.