Poetry Bulawayo

Image - picturesof.net The ice-creak fella hurriedly pushing his ice-cream cart into tredgold building He told his Gokwe girlfriend that he is a manager in Bulawayo

Image - nikkaantonio.blogspot.com I hate it when you attempt to lie you fail dismally When you sit and plot to cheat When you walk all over me and still come back begging Pathetic I hate being right about your lies I hate knowing the rubbish you think Feeling safe in the privacy of your thoughts Very soon I will get it into my thick head There is no reason to stay and hit the road Love talks Bullshit walks Go figure I am throwing in the towel.

I love you for your brownness And the rounded darkness of your breast I love you for the breaking sadness in your voice And shadows where your wayward eyelids rest Something of old forgotten queens Lurks in the lithe abandon of your walk And something of the shackled slave Sobs in the rhythm of your talk Oh, little brown girl, born for sorrow’s mate Keep all you have of queenliness Forgetting that you once were slave And let your full lips laugh at Fate!