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Sunday 13 December 2015

Guerrilla (beautifulbraves of 2015) #decemberpoetrychallenge

Guerrilla:

“a member of a small independent group taking part in irregular fighting, typically against larger regular forces”

BeautifulBraves of 2015

The moment you sat
In front of the car
Expecting that the driver –who was also a student –
Wouldn’t treat you as part of the street
Wouldn’t designate your life as less than her morning inconvenience

That moment when you screamed
In frustration
At the shiny gold BMW
“How must I pay R10 000 when we do not have R1000 in my house”

The moment you did push ups in front of the car
Trying to break through the barricade

The moment when you wept
After police had fired stun grenades
“I am a student here!
Why did they shoot?”

The moment you were on your knees
Hands up
They arrested you anyway

The moment you stayed,
First-year awkward
Around the rubber bullets
Hands flying up involuntarily,
With the gunshots

The moment you screamed
“You fuckers!
Shoot! Shoot me now! You want to shoot me,
Just shoot!”

“I am your child.
How can you not see you are killing your child?”

Imbi lendawo

The guerrillas are
Drawing breath
Choosing weapons
Loving each other up
Testing skin thickness, weather resistance
Holding the songs in their throats

Getting ready for next year

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