I won't let sleep come
Because you are near
You crossed the path
Trampled the dead
Ripped out hearts
And stole our generations souls.
mama, i made someone happy yesterday!
i smiled as the door opened
just as i always did
it was my first time to be chosen
to be honest i was so nervous
they made me try out so many clothes
they said i had to look as pretty as i should
they said they were trying to bring out
my youthful look...
i never thought that meant
he was an old man
wrinkles ravaged round his face
yet his smile had no blemish
he stared at me
and chose me almost immediately
i was never more proud
yet i was clueless of what next to do
i should have wrote to you as early as then
but as soon as
at my 'new home'
or at least that was how he called it
he called me to his room
he nearly had to kneel
in order to see me
i thought he was going to hug me
as he leaned in
he just undid my bra
his hands were huge
they cover almost my whole chest
he asked me to take of my shorts
and he was smiling
for once i knew
i was doing something right
i barely slid my undergarment off and he pressed me against the unsuspecting bed
he grabbed both my legs
as he told me to open them
while he tole me to close my eyes
pushing against me
it was so so hard so painful
relentless excrutiating i had to
bite my tongue to stop myself
i think i was bleeding?
i felt the blood pour out
i couldn't take it.
i couldn't ask him to calm down
it was just way too fast
he was panting breathing heavily
grunting driving himself too hard
it was like he could run out of breath
i wanted to make him stop
i really did
but as soon as i tried to shout
or help him or something
he fell over
don't worry though he was still breathing
and his face
he just looked way too happy
i was paralyzed the rest of the day
until now i can barely stand up
but he was just so in bliss
i hope you're proud of me mama.
he said earlier he'd be taking me back
to the warehouse later
i don't know why though.
do you think he'll tell them i've been
a good daughter?
i hope so.
mama i hope you write me back.
Speak African child, speak. for you poses a mouth that heals nations. It is in thine voice in the vibrations of thy mouth that remedies are provided to our ailments.
speak African child, speak. speak against the calamities that befall your land. speak against that hand that he dare raises against your bare skin. speak against the blood of your brothers spilled to please others.
Speak for Africa that is one and united, Africa that does not know of any racial divides. Africa that knows no skin colour. speak African child speak. for you are the voice of liberation. speak for your voice are the echoes of our ancestors.
child labour, human trafficking, child *******, school violence, femicides, suicides. and you say you see this not. African child where is your voice in all of this. doesn't that skin, that accent and ***** hair mark you as of African descent.
Speak African child speak for you bare the answers to our questions, you bare the sole of our history.
After anything. Anybody.
Assuaged about all anger.
and after all, anybody.
About all agape anger, aged about angst.
After anything afterall.
I’ve always had a fear of water that’s deep
I remember my fright in the city pool
how I made friends with the shallow end
how close to the sides I’d keep.
I still recall that curved stone edge
how my fingers held on and I felt a fool
being so scared when the other kids
would jump in the deep end with joy
how I felt like such a silly scardy boy
and I envied their abandon and grit
the big splash when their cannonball hit.
But it’s true my daddy was never there
to teach me to swim
to help when I came up coughing for air.
Oh man, how I could have used him
and his strong arms to hold me
and show me the breast ******
slap my back when I choked.
Now I still thirst for a father
when I get afraid of the deep water.
The difference is now I’ve got a dad
who’s always there when I’m afraid or sad.
In fact I look forward to the dive
into the deep where I’m so alive
centered and at peace.
But I’m still learning to let go and release
the edge of that deep pool
and breathe in the depths… of spirit fuel.
Last night I had a nightmare.
Last night I was a worm.
I did not have a spine,
but that was not my concern.
All I eat is dirt and ****,
and that's alright with me
I don't even have eyeballs
I hardly want to see.
All I am is fodder
I have to poach my culture for existence
I'll pull you into my dream world
Making your mind swirl
I'll put you in my ****
Casting my spell
I'll have you in trance
Making your body dance
I'll have you question your existence
Building up your resistance
I'll create an illusion
Making you to seek seclusion
I'll be your muse
While you continue to use