Featured Poem:
Malume Tata
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Featured Poem:
Malume Tata
Malome Tata o ntatile.
Malome Tata o ntatile tlheng!
O lala dibareng, baagisane ba re’ng?
O jola le bana,
ke mathata a eng a tota?
Malome Tata, ke a go bolella papa.
Ke bone Malome Tata,
Maloba a crossa strata,
A khukhunela kwa bo-Marta,
Ha ke mmotsa are ba gerta.
Marta’s only sixteen years old,
Tata bought her a phone,
A red but almost dead rose,
And wrote her a note,
Now she thinks they’re in love.
Her mom knows but o shapa tswa daar,
Tata o tlisa dipapa,
O zama le ya papsaka,
Le tsa go apara
So dit maakie sakkie.
Mosadi ke mosadi
She dropped out of school,
‘cause school wasn’t cool,
The kids were cruel,
The teachers too
And the rumours were true
She was expecting not one but two!
Malome Tata o ntatile.
Malome Tata o ntatile tlheng!
O lala dibareng, baagisane ba re’ng?
O jola le bana,
ke mathata a eng a tota?
Malome Tata, ke a go bolella papa.
Lathlela bofofu to that young girl,
The one hiding behind those fake curls,
Parading in that short skirt,
You call her a bitch ‘cause you don’t know where she’s been
If you did, you’d know she needs a hug not a fuck.
A girl torn up inside, porned up outside
Trying to commit suicide every night since the age of nine
She met a Tata in the form of Papa
Mama tshaba bua,
Papa tlhala,
Lapa tlala
So shhh!
The pain gets hummed away.
Shhh!
The pain gets hummed away.
Shhh!
The pain gets hummed AWAY!
Malome Tata o ntatile.
Malome Tata o ntatile tlheng!
O lala dibareng, baagisane ba re’ng?
O jola le bana,
ke mathata a eng a tota?
Malome Tata, ke a go bolella papa.
Ke bone Malome Tata,
Maloba a crossa strata,
A khukhunela kwa bo-Marta,
Ha ke mmotsa are ba gerta.
Marta’s only sixteen years old,
Tata bought her a phone,
A red but almost dead rose,
And wrote her a note,
Now she thinks they’re in love.
Her mom knows but o shapa tswa daar,
Tata o tlisa dipapa,
O zama le ya papsaka,
Le tsa go apara
So dit maakie sakkie.
Mosadi ke mosadi
She dropped out of school,
‘cause school wasn’t cool,
The kids were cruel,
The teachers too
And the rumours were true
She was expecting not one but two!
Malome Tata o ntatile.
Malome Tata o ntatile tlheng!
O lala dibareng, baagisane ba re’ng?
O jola le bana,
ke mathata a eng a tota?
Malome Tata, ke a go bolella papa.
Lathlela bofofu to that young girl,
The one hiding behind those fake curls,
Parading in that short skirt,
You call her a bitch ‘cause you don’t know where she’s been
If you did, you’d know she needs a hug not a fuck.
A girl torn up inside, porned up outside
Trying to commit suicide every night since the age of nine
She met a Tata in the form of Papa
Mama tshaba bua,
Papa tlhala,
Lapa tlala
So shhh!
The pain gets hummed away.
Shhh!
The pain gets hummed away.
Shhh!
The pain gets hummed AWAY!
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