I remember how you’d lock me in your closet Spraying deodorant if I disturbed you during prep* Now I am disturbed by the locked closet Coated in the scent of the chaplain’s incense Boys in white carry you to the burial site My sight, however, cannot overlook the smirk you had when you called meContinue reading “In memory of X.”
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While at the Funeral
Give me a hug and say that everything will be alright, coz what I witnessed were the ashes of a friend tossed into the heavens, while I searched for them in the clouds. Did we fail you? Can we even speak of failure? Must there be a fault? How else can we understand your actions?Continue reading “While at the Funeral”
An Autumn Sunset
I feel the sunset, and at once, I am elated. I try to capture the feeling as a screensaver, But as soon as I snap the scene, The moment is gone and the memory dead. I lose the sunset in a photograph To the phone warm in my pocket. Although it captures the watercolour horizon,Continue reading “An Autumn Sunset”
Intro: Dream Chaser
We were born into this world unequal, And although some might have more, We all have dreams. Dreams allow us to overcome, These inequalities, So we should always remain faithful to them. But this isn’t easy Easy is giving up (instrumental break) Giving up your dreams unto the night, Sleeping on your promise like itContinue reading “Intro: Dream Chaser”
Freedom to Breath
Check out the pace of the plague. Insane! Cough, cough, people drop like black lives ’round blue lights in broad daylight. I wonder why – God – “I can’t breathe.” The pain, the pain, must cease. Police please! I protest peacefully. Silly me. I must die slowly for the world to notice me. I wonderContinue reading “Freedom to Breath”
Considering Jesus at Gethsemane
Abba Father, My heart and reason tell me that you’re a demon, You’d condemn your son to crucifixion that mankind might be saved – Might – the off chance, not the power in me, but the power given to them, ‘Might’ they only believe in it, to be as I am, a Child of God.Continue reading “Considering Jesus at Gethsemane”
Departure
I spend hours waiting, waiting for the sun, for the vessel upon the horizon. But my view is blocked by a curtain, this star-lit sky, its melody, the hum of the ocean, saying, “recede, recede on that crescent promise.” Precious time, she passes with the waves, enticing my feet, tickling the rocks. We giggle,Continue reading “Departure”
The Eurafrican
She sounds like Africa From the beating of her beads along her braids To the rattle of hoops and bangles worn And intonation of words as they flutter as a dole of doves. But she was raised in Europe With the nuance of talk and distance she keeps; Sun rejected by her umbrella, sheContinue reading “The Eurafrican”
Beyond Black
“The world is not white. It never was white. It cannot be white. White is a metaphor for power.” – James Baldwin We were made to be black. We were made to be Black nigger kaffirs. We were born into these names From colonial slavers. Bondage was imprinted On our tongue as theirContinue reading “Beyond Black”
A Cry for Mma Africa
I cry out to the mother of mankind, maker of thousands lands and languages. I cry out for air as Doctor slaps my bottom whilst holding me upside down. I cry out as the blood bulges in my noggin, and my eyes capture first sight of mama, of Mma Africa. I see the constructContinue reading “A Cry for Mma Africa”
Samuel Rubadiri 