Poems from thabisonkoana

From the Boiling Point In the Glory of Morning Faced with a Stairway to Heaven We Travel with Gulliver In Overland Trucks None shall be...
My words tend to be abrasive sometimes abusive. They are painful and will wear you down it’s like sandpaper versus toilet paper do...
When Afrika is seen not heard All mothers mewl for they are so With Afrika portrayed absurd A father’s place is soon let go   While Afrika...
I have orated to the lay about the dangers of AIDS & how every books page brings you a step closer to getting paid   I have recited to...
I make music for talk radio Sounds which bring a sting You better get strapped in this is strictly poetry You’ll find no sixteen bar forms...