Last night I crawled from death I feel wrung like emergency change of clothes rained too many afternoons on the washing line. The sins of my foremothers must have sat in my womb like fire. All the seed in me wanting to escape the smouldering. I tasted smoke on my tongue I called…Details
Batsirai is a prolific poet and one of Zimbabwe's most well known Spoken Word artists. She is one of the female pioneers of the country's modern day spoken word craft. You can see some of her work and read her blog on her personal website at www.batsiraichigama.maumbile.com.
When I am no longer comfortable with the bounce in my stride vile words stretching beneath my skin spreading their toxic mire, clinging like an unwanted lover tired of every blow that sipped through and shriveled love and kindness folded it into careless compartments that became rooms I would hide in It may not be…Details
My daughter, how do I welcome you back to my brokenness My hands are still chapped I am afraid to wound your already Fragile soul How do I open the door, look at you When I shut it once in your face Broke you and drove you to vultures ready to devour all hope left…Details
My blood is cold beneath my skin Frozen with shame They undressed me In front of a thousand strange men Stripped me of all pride and dignity Laughing, pointing at my withered breasts Hoping for subjugation they beat me Beat me in my nakedness Then they chained my hands, chained my feet Trapped me with…Details