And Who am I ?

I am…

The people’s poet,

The divisor between the good and the bad

S.J.GAMA

Xtdo, the son of DaGama

 

I am…

Gama the most penetrative rays of the magnetic spectrum,

Said to have the shortest wavelength but my voice reaches out for eternity.

I am a masking agent,

From all the impure souls I digest the impurities and leave the pure.

 

I am…

A camouflage to the most endangered South African species, to predators

I am the most venomous spider, starburst horn baboon spider

To Mountain Everest, I am the rider

 

 I am a very painful, nagging and ever itching pimple to Dutch bag government

Which brags about their powers, but service delivery is a drag.

I am a large curling all the heads of corrupt correctional services and industries,

Failing our nation through bribery and nepotism respectively, I am didactism.

 

To that abused women, who now thinks if she is no longer beaten she is no longer loved,

To those women who think it’s okay for her husband to sleep with her daughter

I am bravery to speak out. Never allow such dirty deeds to prosper.

 

To that dirt abusive father who has turned a lion to his family, the one who

Suddenly developed feeling for his daughter and continuously abusing his wife and getting away with it,

I am a 4 pound harmer, waiting to pop his brain and cut his balls open.

 

I am the compensation of all the souls of our fellow brother that were lost in Marikana,

Where our own governments, the one whose suppose to have protected them but instead lead them

Further than that I am the blood of our fellow brothers and sisters whose bloodshed along the streets,          

For the freedom that we are delusionally misusing today

 

When push comes to shove, I am the man of many words,

I take people’s issues turn them into tissues to wipe their tears and bandage their ever bleeding wounds.

 

I am the answer to the wondering, lost and media misleaded generation,

Intentionally indulging in extra curricula activities thinking contraceptives or abortion is the solution

That time when bodies become spirits, when one ignites the other

Round and round, one touch triggers body spasms of love and politely confirm.

Let’s do it Hun; I mean you love me right,

 

Push me to the floor don’t give up until I am begging you for more,

Yes she will be bargain more than what she’s begging for

Because contraceptives or abortion might be the solution,

But these actions are the invitation or rather the introduction

 Of terminal sexually transmitted diseases, aids on top of them

 

Like a snake through the grass

It already know its way into your system

Killing your cells one by one, it’s a rhythm

ARV’s would not heal you, they will only deal with you

Turn you into a flab of flash, flipping limbs and appendages

 

 

 Only I am the cure just as pure,

To all of them young ladies I give the key

To lock away the treasure and never allow any soul to still it,

As they claim..

 In the name of love please give it to me,

Remember what’s yours is mine and the reverse is true,

 

True love my foot, there is no love.

Not the beloved yourself,

True love is for the treasure,

Not for the coffer that contains it.

 

The real beloved is that one, who is unique,

Who is the beginning and the end?

Whose name shall be called just before he comes?

When he finds that one,

He will never expect another.

 

 

I told you I am a man of many words

 

To a Pierson I am the niddle and the cotton,

A bible to a true divine priest

I am gold and minerals to the miner,

I am the voice urging people to take advantage of what others take for granted

My heart is bleeding stubbed by the desire of leading.

I am living evidence that SA’s got talent.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A thin line between Poet and activist. Some Poets live a long life and few activist do. I like the poem. Filled with strength and determination.
"I am the answer to the wondering, lost and media misleaded generation,
Intentionally indulging in extra curricula activities thinking contraceptives or abortion is the solution
That time when bodies become spirits, when one ignites the other
Round and round, one touch triggers body spasms of love and politely confirm.
Let’s do it Hun; I mean you love me right,"
Che-Gueva was a Poet also. I like the poetry. Writers must write the truth. Dirty or clean. War, love and misery must be brought forward. Thank you for the outstanding and thoughts provoking poetry.
Coyote

[Sibusiso Xtdo Gama]

this is the review i have ever cam across in my writing life, thank you very much Coyote. you really raise my spirit...

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. I'm glad. Without writers. The past would be blank pages.

[Edmond Mashao]

Dats awesome stuff man keep it up

[Sibusiso Xtdo Gama]

thanks edman!

[Sibusiso Xtdo Gama]

man u inspire me, through u i grow, through u, i've learned thus, it is possible.

[Moswane Mafule Morlan]

The Blessing of The People, The People's Poet, The voice of the voiceless.
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