Is he a fellow with melanin like mine
That bunch of a man sitting on a wheeled chair
Behind that giant oak office table
With a balding head reflecting times we happily buried
And a pot belly growling for more of my hard earned pennies?
AND that self made bad photocopy kinky woman
Whose bushy head is too big for her
Whose colored lips are too ready to kiss the torn notes of my sweat
Does she bear a history like mine?
My folks in authority
Black people in offices.
(15/11/16)
à pot belly growling for more of my hard earned pennies ! ha Ha Ha ! Made my day Nkosiyazi
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