Poetry Bulawayo

Image - usmalesf.blogspot.com - When I lose my head I just walk a few steps, and   don’t choose where I fall or who picks me up - When I lose my head I also lose my ears It’s like singing to entertain the depressed I won’t hear you - 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 - 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 - 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

Image - independent.co.uk 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? 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?