Meditations of the Unheard
The dead are therapists
Who should be responsible for her murder?
The question engraved on her tomb below her names
The question every visitor ask themselves before saying something,
And proceed to complain how Mother is pregnant in her late forties
I understand we all have problems but this is what I came for,
How do you explain to your children that their grandmother is pregnant?
A question is posed to you and awaits your response
You want to say-
But you have not answered the question written before you
You want to say this encounter reminds me you of the days you were cut off in conversations,
But you simply remember your state of silence is permanent
The sleep paralysis you had with four men besides the bed taking off their trousers was just practice,
The paralysis beyond death is an oath you forcibly took
Who should be responsible for the baby if she gets pregnant?
The question jokingly asked as one pulled you to him by the legs
But your mother is pregnant in her forties and no one knows what to do,
We asked who should be responsible for your murder because we do not know who to choose
Would you have preferred for the broom besides your casket so you can fight for yourself?
Maybe this is what should have been written rather than a question directed to us
Why don't you fight for yourself?
About the Creator
Isaac Ramaphala
I write from a perspective of a suicidal butterfly.



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