Shadow-Boxing Poem by priscah Mutswenje

I learned to hit and run
For it seemed to suit man
It proved a safer way of can
Better than be threatened and shun:
Yack! Is this shadow-boxing
No, it appears sand-boxing
Today, I stand against the past
Hardly considering being just
Hit me, today
Threaten me now
And I shall readily stand
Box boldly
Wag my feminine legs
For I can no longer quit
Solid is my focused head
Human and heavy is my hand
Firm and determined
Miraculously mastering fights
Spaced are my feets
As hands readily extend
To rehearse the street power;
Kiapo! Come and meet the challenge
A heavy blindening blow on the nostril
A weighty full gushing your head
Then a mechanical shock to you
A piercing bullet on your skull
An electronic hit on your limbs
A single shot dropping
On your jerky chin
Raise your mess
A spine spending your heap lower
A block to the kick
Technically twining muscles.