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Kabelo Gift Motlhale Poem
Black Theology
It’s that time again
Black man’ scratch for a dime
Like a savage dog, nose on the ground
A bureaucrat’s squash to sip lime
Peeling skin, bare bleeding phalanges-such is excruciating pain
The word of Adam, let them be bound
In chains so fiercely hot, manacled so close to the furnace
Such that their sweat make it rain, make it raiiin
The cry from below- minus six, the trumpet is yet to be sound
The burst of their blisters shall adorn the walls of the city
And I say 7 times; times indeed your muskets shall be in vain
As a mass of ancestors rise upon you, and proclaim to all corners of the world
“This is the day that the lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it”
Cuz this is the day, in which a black man’s pride was found
Copyright © Kabelo Gift Motlhale | Year Posted 2015
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Kabelo Gift Motlhale Poem
You all,her too
She thought i lost my diction
She made me mild,and i turned a new leaf
A new one;not my cheek
But to Wilde;
So I guess its true what he says,
"a woman's face its a work of fiction"
To my,to my higherbeing i surrender my past
It has been done,been done to death since the start of time
Jehovah sells it best than anyone,so please consider this my new testament
and i still welcome you to test a man.
Eve,Eve was made to be both my curse and blessing
Eve was only supposed to have my ribs
Eve was my ambition before she was my addiction-my foolish ways;
I guess i thought i went one better when i let her into my palace,
but Eve knew better and she left it in ruins and me shelterless.
And then and there I knew I had to call to the Master Palace;
Only with gracious treats did the Master please my palate,
'fore he handed me pure white gold crusted keys to his cottage out in the back gardens(a small as it is,which i wholly appreciate)
A cottage whose security could match that of a chastity belt;
You see I still worry about Eve,I don't feel whole
I love my ribs to bit,technically I'm bound to love her
To which the Master responded"truth that,i taught you that,but I also taught you that if you eye deceives you,remove it without remorse-so that you could serve me and you better"
To which I responded,"I get and I feel that,none will be let into the cottage,till we both sure,and about the ribs I'd see if they goo enough to be fit back into my body-to make me whole again."
If not,the no remorse
I guess I could always invite you for a nice chat
But then again you aways there;
To end in Jack's note-
"one day I will find the right words,and they would be simple".
Copyright © Kabelo Gift Motlhale | Year Posted 2015
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