When I Lose My Head by Gracian W. Masiyiwa

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When I lose my head

I just walk a few steps, and

 don’t choose where I fall

or who picks me up

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When I lose my head

I also lose my ears

It’s like singing to entertain

the depressed

I won’t hear you

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When my head falls

I also lose my eyes

And can’t separate diamonds

from sand

Closed eyes are eyes lost

Only see the darkness

that’s Inside the head

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When I lose my head

Be very careful, stand afar

For I lose my mouth too

That corrosive verbal acid

starts to escape

And wantonly spoils

Friend or foe

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When I lose my head

Please I am not a loser

Just need picking up

When you gather and join me

Take heed not to leave joints

Do it under closed doors

If I can now twist my neck,

Without groaning

You may then leave

A Woman Called Somalia by Mgcini Nyoni

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The vultures are circling

we won’t last another week.

They know it

But we might:

sell your extra handbags

food for a year

get rid of your cosmetics bag

food for another year

The contents

of your rubbish bin

will last us a month

You don’t have to

but we are begging you to.

The vultures are circling

angling for my

emaciated child

We won’t last another week

unless you sell one wheel

of your Hummer

and feed us for two years:

You don’t have to

but you can;

sell one of your yachts

and feed us for five years

We are not your responsibility

we know

But you can

stop the vultures circling

by not buying the

thousand dollar shoe

or going on that expensive holiday.

We don’t mean to impose

but you can stop

the circling vultures.

Who Am I? by Mgcini Nyoni

Who am I?

A wife?

My mother’s daughter?

An employee?

A girlfriend?

The other woman?

Another ‘hot’ girl

in mini skirts

and skin jeans

and high heels.

What do I have?

An abusive husband,

A university degree

that hasn’t helped;

a lascivious boss

sees no  further

than the ‘sexy’ thighs.

Mother :

 hold on,

men are like that my daughter

marriage is not easy

Hang on

It’s going to be alright

What about his cheating ways

His abusive language

His neglect?

Who am I?

 a woman

 important.

All blind

to my importance

my work

my dreams

my aspirations

Who am I?