From Somewhere in Hell
You have made a mockery of my desire
A farce of my affection
A comedy of my commitment
Where is the forever you promised when you fed?
Renewed your spirit against the softness of my flesh
And do not think I cannot see the people that stand behind me
While I may occupy the prime position to your right
Women like me know to look to for the people standing in plain sight
Waiting in the wings as our partners ready themselves to take flight
Behold a man that was nursed into health and left the hospital with stolen supplies
A prognosis of paralysis
And like the Son, did you not walk before your disciples' eyes?
And with as sharp a tongue as the pastor who tends his flock
Before enjoying a midnight romp in the convent
Condemn the women who made you a man
To serving you faithfully
In fear of hellfire
God's supposed fury
And His punitive hand
We give life to you and you exorcise it from us
Who is your god, I have bones to pick
From where mine broke in the making of manhood and maintenance of pride
Theirs stood in strong defiance of mine
You have made a mockery of my desire
A farce of my affection
A comedy of my commitment
And while violence is not nursed to my nature as it is to your kind
There must be sacrifice
An end must come to the privilege of your bloodline
Autor(es): Mandisa Makwakwa Masokameng
