POEM: The victim of infidelity

BY MOLANTWA MMELE

I know a man
who taught me how to tie
my shoe laces when I was young
and he then taught me how to tie a tie
around my neck to look like a gentleman
and later when I expected him
to teach me how to tie a knot
of a marriage, he inversely brought me a noose
rather to put around my neck
and told me, this is the easy way to get it done

POEM: Mothering: a pantoum

BY CHRISTINE COATES

Then my mother turned to me and said,
You could be made of wood.
Something died, something turned to dust,
Mother was a rose set in diamonds.

You could be made of wood.
Her turquoise dress with rhinestones,
Mother was a rose set in diamonds.
I wondered what the future held for a girl like me.

Her turquoise dress with rhinestones,
I already missed my daughter, not yet born,
I wondered what the future held,
was she too made of wood?

I already missed my daughter, not yet born,
when my mother turned to me and said,
was she too made of wood?
my mother turned to me and said.

POEM: Fame

KIRSHIN C. GEORGE

They’ll come knocking at my door only
when I am dead. My body will be in there
for a couple of days
and nobody will answer.
They’ll turn away
and the world will forget about me