Healing (Part 1)
- Thabiso Nkoana
- May 5, 2018
- 1 min read
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 © 2006
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