Thursday, 02:08:12 PM




They Keep Taking Everything

We are always scared that we might turn up dead tomorrow, and when we don’t, another woman dies instead. We wake up to the weight of the news like it is our own story because it is, because we are her, and she too was like us before she was taken. She too lived in a space of unknown seconds to come, she too was like us when she read of women who were stabbed, raped and brutally murdered by lovers, strangers, service consultants, friends, colleagues and relatives. We cry.

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Koko danced herself into a casket / Offering her blood as a tablecloth / She is skin, melting away at the seams, / Offering her rupture as a chorus

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I Cannot White Anymore

I do not want to white anymore! I do not want to rainbow without bread. I do not want to hate Cecil and anthem with his children, to shoot Hofmeyr and dance to Micasa, to burn sparrows and mourn the death of cleggs, to hate Eugene and thank Slovo.

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Gauta o ja batho

Re kgobokanela Gauteng re tlo tjheka kgauta, / Re tela mobu wa baholo, re hlobohane le oona. / Baena le dikgaetsedi, basadi le bana ba setse morao. / Toro tsa bona re di jere mahetleng a rona / Lebaka ke bona re leng matlolaterata / Empa kgauta e re roka mahlwana a naketsana / E robatsa moutlwa, sepheo le morero wa yona ke ho re metsa.

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Said One Mistress To Another

He is not convinced you're hurt; you're not bleeding He forgets you bleed monthly when you're not hurting He doesn't understand your soul speaks the moon's language Yet he expertly gathers rain clouds in your heart But his thirst to leave your earth dry and cracked

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Black Women Bodies

Gabrielle has died more eight times along with all her joy in bundles. Her body has kept her prisoner for decades for being woman, convinced her arms aren’t warm enough to cradle mankind.

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