Dust the drones off.
We need them to make an appearance!
Clothe the puppets.
They're late for their performance!
Do they know their lines?
Have they practiced?
Make sure they're all different.
This leaves room for prejudice.
Parade them in the schools.
In the streets - in parliament.
Let them dance to our choreography.
It will be beautiful, our little experiment.
But look, the audience is still
with little or no excitement
my chess pieces have blended in
though this is not of my intent.
The stage and the house in comparison
are in correspondence -
aghast, I have begun to understand
that it is I who craves acceptance.
YOU ARE READING
INSIDE ME
PoetryINSIDE ME is an account of Sivu Tshefu's journey from child, to teenager, and into adulthood. Each poem reads as if a breath from Sivu's soul, creatively describing their life at that moment. The poetry is raw and at times crudely honest since Sivu...
