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By Shameeyaa neo waMolefe
if only I could sing
then my stutterwould never be a reminder of my past laughter,
but the melody that will raise my fist! and brighten confusion
in every victims creed.
if only my rhythm could bring back sheltered trust to shattered words,
I could sing songs of cacophony
from Marechera’s trip over your tongue cockroach voice,
I would bridge hope to peasant -pagans, that the sun will forever shine
to true ® evolution. if only I could
then my vocal chords would deeply dance to the tunes of pro -new -world -disorder execution.
I would happily, listen to the angry words of Themba Sono
tremor-ring Thabo Mbeki’s economical confirmation
that the 21st century shall rise trice to middle class pockets. if only
I could reverse this verse to be a perfect poetic prose,
I would eulogizethe beautiful poverty odour of nepotism and tribalism
lingering in Hiroshima and Holocaust blooded bomb chimes. I could relearn
unlearn to remember the stale tales of imperialism engraved in my words.
I could finally excavate
maybe expose
these recluse, maverick censored ideologies
veiling in my stuttering stopping my cockroach voice from singing.
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