Hair Raising Looks From Where Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

I make the mistakes
that tell me there
goes! These actions
that I get myself into,
and entangle my spirit
are the same ones my
Mama said should not be
done by the hands
of a child of hers. So
now I come the child
worse than Squealer, the one
you clean and she goes
back to the mud, just glad
that people will always
miss the smell of bacon, and
make a dirty muddy one welcome.
For everybody knows no pig
no bacon.

Yours faithfully still knows
the rules that keep us
close, such as eating chitlings
for ours is a tradition
written on the backs of
the humble of the earth,
who could make life out
of nothing. So clean the
slate with the erasor of
forgiveness for truly,
this is no disrespect,
to you holy members
of the clan of oneness.
For everybody knows,
you would not dare
eat a pig.