He is not convinced you're hurt; you're not bleeding He forgets you bleed monthly when you're not hurting He doesn't understand your soul speaks the moon's language Yet he expertly gathers rain clouds in your heart But his thirst to leave your earth dry and cracked

Gabrielle has died more eight times along with all her joy in bundles. Her body has kept her prisoner for decades for being woman, convinced her arms aren’t warm enough to cradle mankind.

Untold are the ghetto ambitions of nyaope addicted township Messis/ kicking salotape and paper bag footballs/ black born kicking dreams/ kicking Aids/ kicking out kwerekweres/ Untold are the reasons behind the reasons why I kick myself so much/ The reason for the tear in every smile of every dignity stripped domestic rubbish/

Aka-khabatrege’ aye eMaputo. Akaboni ukuthi siz’shaye ngokuz’hlupekela thina; asiz’shayanga ngokuhlutshwa ngamaKwerekwere thina, sise-South Afrika asikho e-Afrika. Angeke sizohlakaniphelwa amaShangane anuka amakhwapa ne fish.

Eh Joe!/ O kopana le mmane’a hao,/ O botsise ka motswala’ hao,/ O kae Anna?/ Kana o botsisa hore o bjang,/ Ba’o botsa hore o bereka ko Clicks.

Weave tranquility into an epic of MaNthatisi / herding armies of wild cats / through victories in far lands. The healing of Mantsopa: my intertwist, She remedied war with rain, So I criss-cross water into our tale.

Twirling around the mouthed waters, On a desperate wading -As if parodying a miracle.

A hoax frolics the hollow chest now, Where idle arteries are arms churning monsters -Frantic to catch the merciless Ghost that gimmicks them into a tangle Unfree.