Description: living in south africa at the time of laws aimed at racial segregation, we were fed education that was aimed at teaching usto feel inferior to other races. our fathers tried hard to deprogamme us but they were like snakes trying to bite one last time but the poison was gone and probably forever
they come in the form of
bantu education Act
danger of black power
with powdery white toes
like disembowelled scarecrows
we be standing aimlessly
in the middle of this field
while they nibble at whatever modicum
of identity leftover for my little baby sister
tomorrow many more will come
it will start over again
their blindness to my presence
their deafness to my shouts, moarns and screams
And here I living nice and comfortably in the U.S. of A. totally unaware that there could possibly be any racism left in the world. I feel for you my sista, I really do. I'm from West Philadelphia myself and there has been alot of kids comming to my school from places like Siarleon and Hadi. I say that to say I've only just started to hear about the turmoil that certain parts of Africa is in. Maybe someday things will change, maybe one day you'll try to change somethings. But until that day comes keep on writting.
Strong. I can't pretend to know how this abomination feels but i can sympathise. This poem shows that you see through their primitive lies and I admire that. Anger is well placed but not necessary, these foolish venues will only succeed in destroying themselves. Forgive them for their ignorance because it is only them they will successfully defeat. This is a proud piece and I respect it greatly. The imagery is right on, they nibble at their own disillusions.