Zintle Groepe Poems

If being black means suffering,
then let me not be
If being white means isolation,
then let me not be
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Mother, you carried me for months in your womb to dump me in Foster care.
Left me to be loved by another woman when you were completely capable.
You could have let me suffer with you as long as you gave me love.
I would never trade your love for food nor shelter.
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I was ready and delighted
So sure I wanted to be as close to him as possible
We had spent five years in separation
It was time to co-join our souls coz our hearts were emerged
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House down,
Infant bombed,
Family blown,
Nation torn.
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WHEN YOU HEAR SIRENS
TAKE COVER
THEY ARE COMING FOR YOU
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Day to day they slave ‘til night
Early dawn the clock strikes 4 o'clock.
As the rays of the sun wake on the Far East, the alarm warns of the approaching light.
Out of the warmth of their blankets into the winter of hardship.
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