Blackballed Poem by Nandipha Mphanya

Blackballed
I,   my choir I master
But with your puppeteer ways
You stifle my way and pan
I can't bake with the balls looking right at me
I can't take a breath without you measuring it
Expertise,   is what I provide
But you'd rather be tainted  by the ps and s's
Than you let me shine in my dime
Silent stares and glances tell a folklore
Folklore that you been hurt so you pass on the h down the line
Folklore you once been  blackballed and what you recognize to stray you back even though is not the case,   you look away
You look away from the right thing you should do
Because whispers in your ears house your judgment and your soul
You never go back to the bloodtrails you leave behind and thousand tears vein cried
You carry on with your purse held up high
Your highNess is what you dream to ride
You hide behind biblical words but you taint your paper trail and prerogative
Tunes you play and we dance with mouths bandaged so that you can't hear the screams
Yelling from tormented souls
You take a glance in the mirror and you don't recognize  the shadow
Blackballed from the highs to your dominion because  you seek peace
Peace you think you're owned by the very same spirits that surround your being
But your legacy already has cracks,   this you know but you can't repent