Healing (Part 1)

A note to my brothers

husbands to mothers.

A word to my uncles

not to unbundle

testosterone muscles

on feminine complexities,

process rather than dismantle.

A moment of handling

is a free bus ride

with the molester from the news

the leader or a raping crew

a murderous few

and a junkie who will maim

for a shot or two.

I write as that fool

a stubborn mule

who broke all the rules

But I blame you

I guess erring is human

displacing blame even more so,

the piece said kick her ass

you just sat and gasped,

it spoke of debate

and motherfuckers just gazed.

So I guess it’s okay,

to you anyway,

to show a lady

with a fist

who’s the man.

Listen to this man

keeping it simple as he can

never raise a hand

even to the last number hoodrat

Let us heal.

THABISO NKOANA