Friday, February 12, 2010

NdingumXhosakazi


NdingumXhosakazi
From my kinky hair which reluctantly grows
And my mom- given bantu nose
Pure kaffir i tell you

Hips comically wide
Backside big from up,down and side
From these thick lips ooze words that heal
My laughter comes as though tumbling from the hills

My feet know pain and my shoulders know burden
My heart knows joy and it knows sadness
This thick skin has been battered
Caressed and kissed by the summer sun

My strong back is marked by stripes of poverty,
Perspiration brought on by the pleasure my Shaka gives me
God chose to cover this soul with a chocolate skin.
Tough on the outward but tender on the inside

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