Afro Safety Net   2018

I float above your line of sight 

evaporating as your heat rays pierce me 

I waddle below your line of sight

in my cups of objectification i carry the juices of desensitisation 

and floating on top, my flowers of conciliation flourish

Cold tears melt my big lips shut with words of fear

Alien Surely not my dear

But not quite human so we wont come near

Once a heart so open closes Venus throat trap

I waddle below your line of sight

in my cups of objectification i carry the juices of desensitisation 

and floating on top, my flowers of conciliation flourish

 

ZETHU 'ZIZWE RUBY' MASEKO