Paradigm of Rejection

You wore your identity as a

Coat one size too small–

Confining, irritating from the

Constricting fit of history.

Neither Africa nor Azania*

Could break your self-hate.

As if the ebony clay

You were molded in

Became a fruit too bitter

To be consumed.


*Azania = South Africa


Life Saving Station

Life Saving Station

Upon this shell-and-seaweed bulwark

I was an oasis reviving the wrecked sailor;

An ark holding victims of the deep

Before their final journey home.

Now I watch with boarded eyes

Waves advance and recede &

Tankers lumber across the horizon.

To restore life is my purpose, my faculty.

But in waiting, I neglect my own.