[tabby title="Poem"] (rub-a-dub for lesego rampolokeng) My poetry my death warrantRubber-stamped in the Dutch man's African koerantInterrogated on Freedom DayV-day or D-DayEach a venereal diseaseThe self-enslavement of false emancipationDripping salivaWhere men in funnel flannel pants spillLiberation down the drainAnd call...

[tabby title="Poem"] She kissed me when you leftNo she didn't !I kissed her because you leftNo, I know I didn't!Her kisses are why you leftOr maybe you didn't?Didn't love the blind man you leftBlinded by this sweet soot kiss I...

[tabby title="Poem"] Ndiyathandaza, In hopes that the suffering of my dejected heart will yield.The yearnings of my soul will swirl around the wind, unencumbered.It will whisper to me that not once were these prayers unheard.Not ever were the flames of...

[tabby title="Poem"] We've been conditionedto be thankful for the flotsam,-leftovers from every tragedy."Look what the flood gave us."As we sift through the soaked remains."This is just the way things are,"you say.But no.You caused this.You dammed the rivers.You broke the dams.You...

[tabby title="Poem"] You tell them this, crȇpe paper stringsof red, like streams of blood that seepedtheir boots knee-deep in mud, of hopes and dreams,not theirs but ours, crepe paper strings to wrap around a twig, war-art, hand-madeand forged in battle...