PUM PUM POET

I am a Pum Pum Poet
Proud to declare it
Proud to know it

My voice speaks
For Sistas, Dawtas and
Mothers
Those on their own
And those with their lovers
Who are afraid
To tell their truth
Sacrificing self
Stifling
To please man’s
Brutish nature

My fingers write itinually
Echoing voices’ communiqué
Across the ages
Printed on these pages

I cannot keep mute
For the one who
Sold her child’s virginity
For the proverbial
Pot of gold
At rainbow’s end
Only to find
No end of duppies
Mingle in the mine of
Material wealth

The little girl who
Bled – red!
For the very first time
Not knowing it
Was a crime
She who was raped
Cries out to me
To talk to you
Of what she went through

Scarified soul still wanting rest
Sajoya, she says
Put them to the test

Do they want to hear
The battered wife?
Years of beatings and sex
With the man now her ex
The spot once soft
Hardened by necessity
Protection of her sanity
Or that of the teenaged student
Christian girl
Who Pastor breed and
Paid for abortion
Living with unborn child’s
Memory
Still in the university
Of her mind

Dreadlocked musician
Who, without contrition
Spread HIV
Indiscriminately
Killing the lives
Of his several wives

Domestic helper’s
Additional chores
Sucking her dry, dry, dry
Dry to the bone
Trying to feed her hungry children
At home

Drying the tears we shed
We bond together
Sista to Sista
Strengthening each other
And our brotha
Letting not Dick
Stand in the way
Of our womanly love
For all
Who come through we -

Mek Dick hol’ him corner
Standing strong
For us
When we need his muscle
Let not misuse of his power
Push us asunder
To the wilderness
Desert of
Divide and rule
Pimper’s paradise
So he can feel cool
In control
Strutting a ‘big man’s’ role
Puffing out feathers
When we don’t speak
Leaving us weak
Vulnerable
Expression on face
Miserable

The Pum Pum Poet
In me
Will rub your feet
When you are sick
Hold your hand and pray
Wrap your locks
For the very last time
Kiss your soul
With blessings
To clear the abscessed womb
That took you to the
Tomb of
Earthly pain
For your children gone astray
To heavenly heights of heights
Of revelation’s mighty sword
My pen embraces
With a single word
POWER of the PUM
We haffi respec’ the MUM

Poetry won't, can't keep
Still in me
I shout the power
Of Nanny Maroon Queen
Pum pum muscles
Catching the bullets of the
Enemy and
All those disguised as wi
Frenemy
And if you see me fall
My Sista
Don’t push me further
To crawl
Into the depths of murky
Unrighteousness
Nor turn your back
To join those who
Attack

Your ancestral grandmother
Is talking through me
My ancestral grandmother
Is talking through me
Our ancestral grandmother
Is talking through me

Yes, she who was torn
From her family
Whose intuition
Has kept us here
Honour her spirit
Shed the burden
She had to bear

LIBERATE I
LIBERATE YOU
LIBERATE ME
LIBERATE SHE
LIBERATE HE
LIBERATE WE
LIBERATE THE WORLD
PUM PUM
POWER
IN THE WORD
Of the poet
I am proud
To always
Shout it out loud
PUM PUM POWER.

SAJOYA February 28, 2004 ©