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Two poems by Llaka Tshesane

But you keep taking

I’ve sat under a tree for its shade
Eaten its fruits and given my water
Hidden from the sun’s heat
We gave out our bodies’ excretions
But you keep taking

From the meaning of the bend on my finger
To the heart I no longer wear up my sleeve
We are cold in their shade
It is clear they share and care better
These trees that know not how to feel

Cheating is a verb

To have a man driven by skirts
To have his zip controlled
But not by you

He fathers many fatherless
But who wants to be a mistake from a deliberate act
Or one of the many thrown in the basket?