My words tend to be abrasive
They are painful and will wear you down
it’s like sandpaper versus toilet paper
do yourselves a favour
find comfort from your neighbour.
And please kids
only try this at home
when you’re all alone
or with friends over the phone.
See, this stage is mine
don’t even try
to challenge my poet R. Y.
my imagination will give you piles;
that’s when your anus extrudes from inside.
I’m really tired of pretending to be stage shy
cause all the while
my letters are just passing you by
and now I know why our mothers still cry
when I said condomise
you think I’m lying about that H.I.
When I said open a book
and give your history a look
all your heads just shook.
When I said R.E.S.P.E.C.T
for every black lady
every black lady
that I could see
shouted for me
like they were horny for me.
But when they hit the streets
they watched a sister get beat
and ignored the cries while another encountered R.A.P.E.
Now be honest with yourselves
are you just here to be seen
or to hear a cool punch line in someone’s poetry?
are you really feeling the beats
or is this just part of the path
on the way home to your old lady?
Now that I have addressed the crowd
I turn my attention to the proud
those who shout out loud
parading on my stage
saying they’re on the same poetic page.
You have no idea how much rage I felt
as I wrote this on my page
I am no sage
but I want to engage
I want a war to be waged
against all poetic fakes
and intellectual cakes.
If you think my mind you can take
then let’s conversate
in a sealed room with my brother Face
start a debate
after ten blunts we’ve just blazed
and witness how my genius
you virgin brain
tearing at your grey
like that nine month old babe
ke bua ka nana Tshepang
yes, sometimes I am sick
my thoughts are like a trick
it doesn’t matter
you foets are just too thick
shit, I’ve lost it
fucken gits have me pissed!
It shames me to admit
I don’t believe I should get
a chance to do a set
while Romeo is somewhere on set
and now I get
why he tends to stress
the letter “S”
so you slow sleuths can avoid a mental mess
yet still wannabes contest
This is not an idol contest
or some pop star fest.
On fame you should focus less.
I want cash
I must confess
that’s why I’m not studying art like the rest
I’m striving for economic success.
You can try your best
but I’ll never respect
all of your fancy text
while Rea writes revolving rhymes ridiculing redundant writers
I wrote this poem for one reason alone
I want your hearts to harden like stone
make you think thrice before
you walk through the backstage door
and give your art to the floor.
You need to take your craft serious for sure
use your skill to educate and uplift
our people out of ignorance.
Drain out poverty
remember Marcus Garvey
when he said confidently,
“The black skin is not a badge of shame,
rather , a glorious symbol of greatness.”
I wish you all success