Life Bread

        I remember when I was four, or five tearing the ends off white bread making a unique
little thing, as a way in my childlike mind of ridding myself of identifying with the
unfortunateness my family lived cocooned within.

        Little did I know rich people drenched in luster did the same, with their bread,
branding it canapes, disassociating from the poor so removed.

         Such illusion granted protection to my reality,

         for them such delusion insulated them from their apathy.

                      after all, pickles, are just cucumbers.

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when will we

​
stop killing
the dead,
who are
most happy
to still be with us?

Gifts of nectar we leave
to those whose
tables are
already stocked,
and bonded,

and to those left to carry
water on their heads,
naught, but to remain
barefoot and dry
bark lotion less!
Blanche Saffron Kabengele

you just don’t know

you know how you feel
empty, like somebody just
fished all the fish out the
fish pond you planned to feed
your kids from,

and your kids,
pulling on your conscience,
because they’re hungry

and you,
can’t get no work,
cause women
like you, with no education,
like you, with no particular good looks,

with some pride,
refuse to go to
that whore house,

to work, to feed your kids,
cause any fool can see,
it’s all your fault,
and you, bout tired of that man
playing drums on your head,

but you are your kids’ momma
and you, gotta do something
but what that is,

you just don’t know.

We the

We the
give me,
people
your...
and I will
give them, something,

we the sheltered,
people
believe, we
have suffered enough
and will continue
to suffer,

we the
manipulated,
easily influenced
people
know little, of what
real life is about

               pass the Smart,
               TV ready remote control

               I—this, I—that
               phone, pad, etc. and so on...

And so what,

I saw Hale-Bopp!

City Kids

​
City kids off the beat

what else they got to do?

                Let them use their minds,
                 if rap—if hip hop is what so pleases them.

Let them explore possibility and,
maybe in the end dream,

                   a new reality
                   for all of us.

Blanche Kabengele