Poetry Bulawayo

I spoke to your brother he doesn’t mind so long as he gets the cash in a lump sum and fast when I asked him if we should (first) ask you what you felt he laughed ‘no you don’t have to worry this business is strictly between us she will do as we say that is the custom of my people and it was also your’s once before you white men gave up your rights’ Damn if only that were true You see My darling I want you so bad I wouldn’t mind just doing a deal With your brother/father/uncle Anyone who could deliver you To me So I could keep you for myself And hold you every night While the wind howls and the rain falls And the full moon sails over our heads And we feel our blood rise up And the night revolves And we kiss Yes my darling Things are so bad I wouldn’t mind Paying for you

Image - louisvuittonwiki.com Those who come close to putting sta-soft in their And jik on their faces Maybe they do. Those who know where pizza inn is where KFC is They don't know where the library is Those who have six inch fake nails Razor cut hundred percent Weave et cetera Those with bright red lips and fake Chinese face powder Those who insist on accented, broken english Those who think the definition of good boyfriend is a car Those who put sta-soft in their hair and jik on their faces I call them plastic women