My
words tend to be abrasive
sometimes
abusive.
They
are painful and will wear you down
it’s
like sandpaper versus toilet paper
do
yourselves a favour
find
comfort from your neighbour.
And
please kids
only
try this at home
when
you’re all alone
or
with friends over the phone.
See,
this stage is mine
don’t
even try
to
challenge my poet R. Y.
my
imagination will give you piles;
that’s
when your anus extrudes from inside.
I’m
really tired of pretending to be stage shy
cause
all the while
my
letters are just passing you by
and
now I know why our mothers still cry
when
I said condomise
you
think I’m lying about that H.I.
When
I said open a book
and
give your history a look
all
your heads just shook.
When
I said R.E.S.P.E.C.T
for
every black lady
every
black lady
that
I could see
shouted
for me
like
they were horny for me.
But
when they hit the streets
they
watched a sister get beat
and
ignored the cries while another encountered R.A.P.E.
Now
be honest with yourselves
are
you just here to be seen
or
to hear a cool punch line in someone’s poetry?
are
you really feeling the beats
or
is this just part of the path
on
the way home to your old lady?
Now
that I have addressed the crowd
I
turn my attention to the proud
those
who shout out loud
parading
on my stage
saying
they’re on the same poetic page.
You
have no idea how much rage I felt
as
I wrote this on my page
I
am no sage
but
I want to engage
in
fact
I
want a war to be waged
against
all poetic fakes
political
snakes
and
intellectual cakes.
If
you think my mind you can take
then
let’s conversate
in
a sealed room with my brother Face
start
a debate
after
ten blunts we’ve just blazed
and
witness how my genius
simply
rapes
you
virgin brain
tearing
at your grey
like
that nine month old babe
ke
bua ka nana Tshepang
yes,
sometimes I am sick
my
thoughts are like a trick
it
doesn’t matter
you
foets are just too thick
shit,
I’ve lost it
fucken
gits have me pissed!
It
shames me to admit
I
don’t believe I should get
a
chance to do a set
while
Romeo is somewhere on set
and
now I get
why
he tends to stress
the
letter “S”
so
you slow sleuths can avoid a mental mess
yet
still wannabes contest
LOOK!
This
is not an idol contest
or
some pop star fest.
On
fame you should focus less.
I
want cash
I
must confess
that’s
why I’m not studying art like the rest
I’m
striving for economic success.
You
can try your best
but
I’ll never respect
all
of your fancy text
while
Rea writes revolving rhymes ridiculing redundant writers
I
wrote this poem for one reason alone
I
want your hearts to harden like stone
make
you think thrice before
you
walk through the backstage door
and
give your art to the floor.
You
need to take your craft serious for sure
use
your skill to educate and uplift
our
people out of ignorance.
Drain
out poverty
remember
Marcus Garvey
when
he said confidently,
“The
black skin is not a badge of shame,
rather
, a glorious symbol of greatness.”
I
wish you all success
God
Bless.
Thabiso
Nkoana©2002
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