Tuesday, 30 January 2018

I promise you -
  it will lift
    it will lift
     it will lift.

The smog will
  separate. and
light will seep
  through.

Darkness will
 slowly but surely
turn to light.

You will wither
  and bloom.

Friday, 19 January 2018

Moon Sisters

Birthing bone.
  Crown of strength. 

Fully fledged maleficent
    Woman

The moon.

We hold each other 
firm.
    Strong

Blood sisters

At the start
    of the only month
I've come to
    __understand. When
I don't long for
     any lover's touch

you crawl into
    my bed and
surround me
  with your warm
                   hea(r)t

taking the blood
      that br/
                 eaks
from me and
           building
a bond
        eternally strong.

You, are my
reinforced
              lining,
  blood-line
of my choosing.
           my kin.

Honey

Sweet molasses
 our synergies
multiplied
             bring.

Only the
 darkest honey
is delectable.

It grants shifa
 and lines the
river beds of
           heaven.

But are we
    not eachothers
shifa (healing)
             h(e)aven.

Tuesday, 16 January 2018

Phantoms

Pain. So much pain.
 when did it start? i
jog my memory - can't
recall.

Was it the day he struck
 me with the back of his
strong sinewy hand? Or the
 time i saw him approach
and felt a wet stream run
 down my legs?

Was it when i didn't want
 to go home from school - no
wait - the time I couldn't bring
 myself to go to work?
because i knew what awaited
 me for unhinging the cup-
board door - or was it not
 performing the way i thought
he needed me to? or was it packing
the
 washing away while it was
still damp - or him, or them,
 swearing at me from the
corridor?

Fear. So much fear.
Time warps. My
 ripe uterus coils up in
it - harder - every four weeks.
 My heart beats it, un-
predictably, but like
 clockwork at some point
every day.

What evokes it? is it
 really that i am feeling
death crawl up the arteries
 in my left arm, and is it
really death's spokes in
 my chest amidst a lunch
meeting - no when i travel
 across the world to check on
his health?

Why does the coiling up
 of my uterus feel so
comfortable compared to
death pull-
 ing at the strings of
my life-line on the daily?

yet at the same time why
 do they both cause
me equal but opposite anguish -
 complementary burdens -
partners in this product
 of angst and biology
of nature and nurture.

Friday, 15 December 2017

De mule uh de world (Ode to Zora Neale Hurston)

The black woman may be
   de mule uh de world.

but did you
                know?

that the female mule is
                                    stronger
than a
           stallion of similar size

that her endurance is
                                 unrivalled
she requires less
                          nourishment
to carry the same
                           load
as any sinewy
                       male horse
and for
            longer distances 
       
she is
          independent

her solitude
                   only
reinforcing her
                        power

yet she is still
                      ridiculed.
                      mocked.
                      denigrated.
and
      dismissed.

still.

she carries the load
                              long, far and wide
knowing that she
                           (de mule)
is pure
           black magic.

Thursday, 14 December 2017

On what happened at Clarks and Olympia - The Occupation

when we
come together
at coffee
shops in this
colony

they stare
and glare.

wondering
if we are
queer,
affronted
by the concen-
tration in the
colour of our
skins

our uninhibited
laughs scare
them.

they pull out
their phones
and take pics

"look the mon-
keys have
gathered"

we occupy.
we occupy.
we occupy.

it terrifies
them.

"excuse me,
what do you 
all think the
future of this
country is
going to be?"

in response:
           silence

a burst of prop-
osterous laughter -
our disbelief -
their fucking 
audacity

we become the
spokespeople
for their deepest
fears.

Swartgevaar
is real. And
apartheid
never died.

they think
they own this
place /land/

but

blackness is
rising. and it
starts with us.

Our sister-
                 hood.
Our mother-
                  hood.
Our saint-
                  hood.