Spotlighting Pan-African Poetry

Biography

Thabiso Malepe

Featured Poem:

Sun Rays

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Beaming at a scientific gradient,
gratitude to the Sun and all its radiance.
The Sun rays heat the ground where one prays and two lay from gunplay.
Today we walk the streets, trying to figure life from figures of speech.
Plants emphasize survival in life by peaks through the concrete.
We meet.
In the belly of the beast, where we barely eat.
Cuddling the corner with Kaffirs.
Lips, Lungs and Hearts grow Blacker
Like a child’s fate in a place remote, controlled by proverbial ropes then blanketed by smoke.
See they smoke all sorts for high hopes and quarts quench dry throats.
If you are in the same boat, quit paddling.
Start unravelling.
Tear away the Social Fabric, coloured by White lies and Black magic.
Then find the Spiritual Bodies the Truth inhabits.
Look for clues, further proof
of how as a Black man they seek to squeeze out your life juice
then force you into an orange suit.
Red is the Blood, the Spiritual currency that is currently being fed to the beast.
That’s still roaming, mouth foaming…
Wearing little boy’s foreskins as rings.
The Barefooted Kings with cracked Souls, misled to fill holes six feet from their real goals.
This spinning globe seeks to throw me out while in motion
Muthi killings mean flesh is now a potion.
Rephrase, skin lotion prescribed by the spin doctor for Azania.
Her beaten regions swell,
On my land they plan bullet shells,
Grow violent spells, then harvest the smell of burnt flesh and gunpowder.
The Black sweat the sun devours
The Cross hung from Ivory towers, empowers the clergy and me.
Making me wonder
Does the All Seeing Eye Cry?
At the sight of Grannies pushing trolleys, collecting cans so her children can eat some fish out of can.
The difference is so significant when others can
Eat sushi from each other’s ligaments.
Does the All Seeing Eye shed tears?
For the dead peers we accompany in coffins, too often.
To soften the blows we roll, it seems down a steep hill.
Thread the truth through the Eye of a needle the sow back together my people.
As Reality knows we don’t need more reality shows and Blaxploitation.
Just a four-four mas’hlalisane Zion destined mode of transportation.

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How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (3)
  • Pride (2)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (2)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (5)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (1)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (3)

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Biography

Thabiso Malepe is the co founder of Slum Literature,an audio visual poetry experience that fuses Slam Poetry with Hip Hop. It is rooted in social consciousness and seeks to tell the stories and illustrate the brilliance of where it originated, the township.

Thabiso Malepe

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Biography

Thabiso Malepe is the co founder of Slum Literature,an audio visual poetry experience that fuses Slam Poetry with Hip Hop. It is rooted in social consciousness and seeks to tell the stories and illustrate the brilliance of where it originated, the township.

Featured Poem:

Sun Rays

Enlarge poem

Beaming at a scientific gradient,
gratitude to the Sun and all its radiance.
The Sun rays heat the ground where one prays and two lay from gunplay.
Today we walk the streets, trying to figure life from figures of speech.
Plants emphasize survival in life by peaks through the concrete.
We meet.
In the belly of the beast, where we barely eat.
Cuddling the corner with Kaffirs.
Lips, Lungs and Hearts grow Blacker
Like a child’s fate in a place remote, controlled by proverbial ropes then blanketed by smoke.
See they smoke all sorts for high hopes and quarts quench dry throats.
If you are in the same boat, quit paddling.
Start unravelling.
Tear away the Social Fabric, coloured by White lies and Black magic.
Then find the Spiritual Bodies the Truth inhabits.
Look for clues, further proof
of how as a Black man they seek to squeeze out your life juice
then force you into an orange suit.
Red is the Blood, the Spiritual currency that is currently being fed to the beast.
That’s still roaming, mouth foaming…
Wearing little boy’s foreskins as rings.
The Barefooted Kings with cracked Souls, misled to fill holes six feet from their real goals.
This spinning globe seeks to throw me out while in motion
Muthi killings mean flesh is now a potion.
Rephrase, skin lotion prescribed by the spin doctor for Azania.
Her beaten regions swell,
On my land they plan bullet shells,
Grow violent spells, then harvest the smell of burnt flesh and gunpowder.
The Black sweat the sun devours
The Cross hung from Ivory towers, empowers the clergy and me.
Making me wonder
Does the All Seeing Eye Cry?
At the sight of Grannies pushing trolleys, collecting cans so her children can eat some fish out of can.
The difference is so significant when others can
Eat sushi from each other’s ligaments.
Does the All Seeing Eye shed tears?
For the dead peers we accompany in coffins, too often.
To soften the blows we roll, it seems down a steep hill.
Thread the truth through the Eye of a needle the sow back together my people.
As Reality knows we don’t need more reality shows and Blaxploitation.
Just a four-four mas’hlalisane Zion destined mode of transportation.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (3)
  • Pride (2)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (2)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (5)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (1)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (3)

Comments

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