I was in love with a psycho

by Phozisa Mkele

 

The colours were yellow
The day
It never really was daytime
Signs of friction that took a silver colour
My heart was blood
Gushing red upon red
Dirty red upon red
A waste of good donor blood really
Left to its own devices
On a ceramic tile
Soaked by an inexpert Mr. Price towel
If the towel was that soiled then how must my insides have looked?
Like a street side abortion
. . . I’m guessing.

The colours are still yellow
Those are the official colours
The colours we vote for

I was in love with a psycho
(I want to lie and say was)
But I would describe this love as something daddy never finished
So I learnt to love incorrectly
And pretend to be loved back incorrectly
I’m grateful for the gesture
However small
IN LOVE WITH THE PSYCHO
Ergo: Becoming the psycho.

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Myesha Jenkins – Tribute

Botsotso would like to pay homage to Myesha Jenkins, the poet and promoter of poetry who died on Saturday, 05 September 2020. Myesha was a founder member of Feelah Sistah, the all-woman poetry group that in its time made such an impact. Thereafter, she was indefatigable in organising and strengthening poetry platforms on radio and for live performance/readings. Myesha’s work was included in two Botsotso productions – the anthology Isis X and the recording Roots and Branches. Her spirit as a politically conscious, jazz-loving artist lives on and is well expressed in her seminal poem Autobiography which was included in both these projects.

Click here to read Autobiography, a poem by Myesha Jenkins.

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