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Poem: I don’t see race

I don't see race, but I feel it Crawling down my skin As the glance declares I'm sin I don't see race, but I fear it Coming for me in the middle of the night Armed with the sharp unforgiving Edges of the questions aimed at me Asking how I managed to keep my Head buried in the sand for so long While those on the surface Were the ones suffocating for lack of [...]

Poem: Assumptions

A black man and a white man Step into a room together And ever so carefully Peel off their skin Folding it neatly Over the back of a chair Before taking a seat Directly across the table from one other Staring deeply into the other's soul A blood sample is taken from both men Two vials of the deepest red Placed on the table in front of them Followed shortly by a set of [...]

Poem: Words from Different Mouths

i wrote a poem this morning considering how the same words coming out of different mouths can mean a variety of things. Different worlds, even.             [For another poem i wrote a while back on 'Whiteness' click here]

Poem: Antifa Hair

You don't like my hair "It's kak!" you say And i feel so fortunate That you stopped by here today   You see i really didn't know, that i had "Antifa Hair" And it's only cos of someone nice like you who shows they care So many other passers got distracted by My pursuit of Justice that they missed that speck right in my eye But not you, no, you boldly logged on And [...]

By |2020-08-31T07:26:09+02:00Aug 31st, 2020|poems and other creativity|0 Comments

Poem: The dust

I quickened my pace As I hurried home More excited than normal To make it on time For my nightly appointment A story-telling date With my youngest daughter That I always hated to miss But tonight would be extra special Did I have a story for her? I set the scene with great dramatic effect There I was at the edge of the crowd Minding my own business Listening to the Teacher When suddenly [...]

Poems on an anniversary [not anniversary poems]

Val and i just celebrated our 11th year anniversary with a few days away in Citrusdal. i went with great intention of spending some time getting back into poetry. Armed with my pend and my journal. Sadly, the two pens i picked were not quite equal to the intention and i managed to barely scratch out these two short ones before they both gave up the ghost. D - droplets lie in wait [...]

By |2021-01-24T08:25:36+02:00Jul 15th, 2020|Justice, poems and other creativity, race vibes|0 Comments

Poem: Breathe their last

History remembers That the Public Executioner very rarely wore a mask Why conceal your identity When everyone already knows who you are? He stood somberly Bronze Heading Axe in his hand Waiting for that precisely timed moment When he would deliver the death blow That the community had decided upon And he had been quite badly paid for The Future will sing songs Of present day Public Executioners Failing to wear masks Unaware and [...]

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