What Love

Written by: Sizo Hlophe

She still walks the streets that moulded the 
dimples in her smile,

the streets that had her sing a tale song 
tailored with a forged rhyme.

She's fond of the trees that cater a platter 
of shade towards her mile, 

a mile that has so many hearts of weary 
travellers on her pile.

What art is she?

She shares a splif with the dukes of our 

And walk into fortresses to dine with the 
lords we spite.

She feeds on reasoning of fouled grey 

how come, how should, how can: she 

What love?