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Two poems by Khadija Sharife

was the game they played was the game they played with you played with us too slave owners enslaved by a logic of one more than the other here but not there and where is it the utopia sought was

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your mother is just your mother

by Khadija Sharife   your mother is just your mother cool hand on the burning forehead, steaming basmati rice on fridays, but she is also revolution, bodies broken into words forming sentences that function as cages she is the wrong

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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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