Colourless Line
by sihle ntuli
The black lady crying colour less lines at her decline
The black man’s bleeding back that they made deals behind
Striped the skin of their backs now Africa sees
Bare broke backs bleed and through their browns they grieve
Hearts touched chest to chest
The beat infected in a hug the un-given embrace
Never received but stabbed backs were conceived
The naive native who welcomed openly
Knew nothing about greed now we grieve
They bleed till valuable blood is drained from their veins
With stains in their hearts fueling the baas’s benz
Rooted from betrayals of good intentions overall
The back of bakkies in tear stained blue overalls
Passed of as sweat of hard labour
Failing to see the reason of his hands
Suffocation to the reason blue face as the paper runs through superior fingers
The baas bleeding finger paper cut from counting stacks of notes
While the dust of cutting wood has him choke
You see the truth is what we see now in colour less teary eyes
The tears have blurred the vision
Vision impaired in despair at our backwards position
They do us from behind when we’re not looking
Yet we can challenge them eye to eye
Beat them with their own syllables and their alphabets
Instead of living a life for rent in dent while they pimp souls
The blue overall and the “maid” sends SOS’s with their colourless lines
The line travels through the chest to the soul and it suffocates
Squeezing the air of potential till the lifeless robot does what it’s told.
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