Born a Man (2017)

Born into a world tagged as a warrior,

To fight protect provide and procreate,

To till the land hard for food,

To sweat at every turn,

 As they never come easy,

Born to be gentle,

To let her have before you take,

Hold her hand through steps,

Let her always go before you,

Open the car doors for her

And treat her like a queen,

 

Born to praise her beauty,

To smile,

Laugh and show her the best,

To respect,

And always obey with no questions,

To lose arguments,

And always work to impress,

To desire,

Seek after and please her

 

Born to be sexual but not too sexual,

Do that and they call you a fisi,

Which would make them carcass,

Treat them nice,

And they will always be suspicious of you,

As someone who is always after something,

A predator after a prey,

Born as a liar,

A cheat

You will hear them say,

All men are the same,

But they easily forget,

Takes two to tango

 

Born to pay for maintenance,

And up keep

And they would loudly call you

Dead beat father

And remain tight lipped

Of the women who abandon their babies,

It is a life of twists,

A dilemma

To be born a man

 

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My Truth 2017

I speak my truth today,

Raise my voice as loud as I can,

And say,

To hell with playing nice

And observing the vice,

I speak the truth,

And roll down all the stones,

And the bones,

For all to hear my voice,

All to hear my truth,

Uncouth and not smooth,

But the truth

 

I speak beyond gender,

Oh yes,

I said it,

The battle of the sexes,

Supremacy of the men and the women,

And where do we get?

Endangered girl child and now,

Boy child,

A stupid battle,

That has broken marriages,

And destroyed the moral fabric

 

The truth about corruption,

Greedy servants of the people,

Like cats feeding on their own kittens,

Bleeding the economy dry,

So as to get enough to vie,

Thieves in suites,

Eating from both sides of the mouth,

Oh I say it like I see,

My truth,

My countries truth,

My people’s truth,

 

 I speak of the stripes of tribe,

Thick in ‘em minds,

Foolish of course,

That it’s okay for a country

to fall,

As long as it’s one of their own,

It is okay for them to suffer,

As long as they have the power,

Thick not to see it all gone down,

Thick enough not to see ‘em being used

Thick not to see that the shelves in the shops are dry,

Thick enough,

Never to ask hard questions

Hate me or love,

I speak the truth,

My truth

Just because his name is Omar,

He has light skin,

And curly hair,

They call him a terrorist,

They make light of his prayers,

Just because they don’t get it,

Come on!

Let’s speak the truth,

 

 

 

 

There are always a few bad apples

Even within us,

I don’t need to convince you, do I?

Let’s give them a break,

It’s all about peace,

And the love of God,

And if ever we claim to love God?

We should be slow to judge,

And quick to love,

 

I speak my truth today,

Raise my voice as loud as I can,

And say,

To hell with playing nice

And observing the vice,

I speak the truth,

And roll down all the stones,

And the borns,

For all to hear my voice,

All to hear my truth,

Uncouth and not smooth,

But the truth

 

 

 

Love Me Too (2017)

Love me too,

Like I love you,

Cherish me,

Like I do you,

Hold my hand,

Like I always

Hold your hand

Hold onto my love

Like I hold onto your love

Please please

Love me too

 

Can’t you smile at me?

Like I do you,

Kiss me back,

When I kiss you,

Wish me a good day

When I wish you a good day,

Be good to me,

As I am good to you

Can’t please please please

Love me too

Just think of me,

As I think of you,

Dream of my love,

As I do dream of your love,

Feel me in your heart,

As I feel you mine,

Want me,

As I want you,

Please please please

Just love me too

 

 

Don’t make me cry,

As I will die before seeing your tears,

Don’t lie to me,

As your body will tell the truth,

Don’t do it for the Money

Because it may run out

Don’t live me for your friends,

As I will never be good enough,

Love for me,

Like I love you for you,

Please please please

Love me too

Poem for the Poet

Tomorrow, the sun will rise,

And it will not be a surprise,

As you will write about the politics

And the Economics

 

Write on the philosophy

And theology,

You will think of love

And a curve

 

You will see the world in your words,

Teach the lads,

Write about the sun,

And the clan

 

I know you will move back and forth,

From south to North,

East to west,

From the worst to the best

 

You will write about the beauties,

And the naughties,

You will inspire,

Those who require.

 

 

You will write and spite,

Yet in others delight,

Write on the law,

And the snow

 

But then they ask,

That you take off the mask,

They say it’s easier said than done,

And that for you it’s just fan

 

AMANDA

Amanda is the custodian of her culture,

And from the grandma takes the lecture,

She’s taught the value of virginity,

For that’s the measure for her dignity.

 

Amanda drops out of school for her brothers,

And to her parents that’s no bother,

She only has to know how to cook and tender,

And to please her husband with splendor.

 

Marriage at sixteen is not a question,

They call that her position,

Is it not an ugly beauty?

That they should all feel so guilty.

 

Amanda’s husband considers her a punching bag

He says she does nag,

Does she need to be circumcised?

For her  to be localized.

 

What about the horrific rites that binds a widow?

That she ll face in her husband shadow,

A hard polygamy is never at fault,

But for Amanda would face the volt.

 

How long will they carry this cross?

Amanda why can’t you strive to be your own boss?

Fight the cultural inflicted discrimination,

And show the way for the others in the nation.

 

Leadership is not her place,

For she doesn’t have the pace,

She always has to be subjective the laws,

Just to avoid the loss.

 

Amanda you to fight,

Have the courage not the fright,

There is a long way you have to go,

For equity  and fairness to flow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They Always Fight 2017

They always fight,

Sometimes deep in the night,

Other times at drawn,

In the mornings,

And Afternoons,

Mom  kicking,

While Dad like a drum beating,

And that’s only when it gets physical,

Many times they fight with words,

Not the good kind,

Mom calls him a dog,

And Dad calls her a bitch

For the life of me I can’t get it,

Two people who once loved,

Now hate,

Two people who shared,

Now do not care,

They have thrown it all away

And with it bits and pieces of me,

As I tremble with fright,

Every time they fight

I feel the pain,

Every time they strain,

But still, they always fight

 

They fight,

Sometimes even before strangers,

We are a laughing stock,

 A misfit I am

Because Mom and Dad

Who can’t seem to agree on anything,

Even the colour of the sky,

Yet,

They once loved,

Saw delight in each other

Shared vows

Today, they neither share,

Or dare to share

They have thrown it all away,

For punches, kicks,

And shouting and tears,

Taking away my smile

And happiness

 

I have to go to court,

Dangled like a pendulum,

For a choice

Either to go with Dad and his new wife

Or stay with Mom and

Earn her millions,

And so again they fight,

Painting a dark picture of each other

Tearing down the good we had

Without a care in the world,

Of the cross I have to carry,

Of the tears I never asked for,

Just because they always fight