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Showing posts from March, 2012

Three Furies in Cape Town at the New Africa Theatre Space

Post Anger poems - Extracts

I hold fury to my chest  cos she has clawed at the locked door of my anger
Behind it was civil war with my shackled self and the one that wants so much more
Fury: She deserves and encore.
Zena Edwards© 

i need to restore innocence again i am breathing slowly whilst my heart beats faster against the rage of unjust against the smell from which it cometh from against a bright light that turned black....

i sigh  i smirk but that don’t mean that harm is forgotten i was captivated for many years captured by insecurity captured by lack of knowledge captured by womanhood captured because i was afraid to fight back captured but born free free from guilt free from shame free from blame because i am innocent born innocent (though) the train of crime haunts me blood of violence calls me and i can hear the mass shouting my name
Clara Opoku©