December 15, 2019

POETRY

Truth Lifestyle and Entertainment Magazine
My name is Mandisa Mabuthoe, also known as Josiah King, a character that emerged from my poetry. Poetry is my occupation....

PRACTICE AND PURPOSE

This is a story about people
in a land where Nazis are people too
don’t forget that when you’re writing your papers about them
and oppression and all the chosen people who were born in it
don’t forget the gifted carpenters
find your own oppressors to remember
and raise your children unburdened by them
let your fears build new religions around them
And don’t forget that religion, is a story about people
in a land where Nazis, and people, are a lot like God
don’t forget that when you’re smoking blunts with them
contemplating freedom and the movies they will make of it
don’t forget how movies are made,
don’t forget how Nazi’s are made.
Nazis are made out of people things,
People flesh, people fears, people judgements and peoples swollen
disabilities
the kind of maladies that come with exotic diagnoses and self-medication,
people things.

Dont’t forget that when you’re waging war against your own demons
and the exorcism burns your eyes
act like you believed the ones that told you they were blinded by the
light And if it blinds you too remember to rejoice for you do not see
colour because colour isn’t tangible like people,
not the colour of oppression
not the colour of rebellion
not colours of the skins of the ones who never made it to the promised
land
the ones who died so you would not forget
that most stories are about people
people like Nazis and religious people
brown people and tired people
with people judgements and people things.
People fears.

 

My name is Mandisa Mabuthoe, also known as Josiah King, a character that emerged from my poetry. Poetry is my occupation. I write about anything, sometimes on purpose, because professionally I am often at the mercy of prescribed themes and deadlines and my words have a predetermined purpose. Other times I write on impulse, which is how I started writing in the first place, writing because I feel like it, trying to make sense out of the world, my feelings and
my experiences.

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