Immaterial Treasure

By Zuzu My brand is not BLACK My trademark isn’t LESBIAN You will not find me on the shelves priced at 99 BLACK rands and 99 LESBIAN cents My elegance is not found on aisle figure “femme” neither flowing onto aisle figure “butch” My barcode will not scan unnatural My identity is not manufactured on […]
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Think

By Nina Mort Every day is a reminder of how no one dares ask questions of existence. Why we came to exist, or why some of us cease to (how did we come to be you see). Why there must be a high supreme God who seems to be a puppeteer to his kin, (we […]
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Numb

By Khanya Jack I’ve never understood the concept of being numb until today. The only constant is the lump in my throat reminding me that against all pretense things are not okay. As I firmly press my mental being to react to my current state of affairs, she looks me deadlocked in the eye and […]
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Remembrance

By Nana Brantuo Does my presence make you uneasy? Does my story force you to face truths and realities you’d rather ignore? That’s unfortunate You see, I’ve lived my life Recalling that day Remembering that hour Jumping at the touch of foreign hands Shivering meeting unfamiliar eyes I can’t seem to understand who plays the […]
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This is the African Woman?

  Do you know about the War against Women? Do you know about the female infanticide because I am not male –Woman? Do you know about the dowry deaths because I was not a virgin when I got married –Woman? Do you know about the honour killings for perceived immoral behaviour, Just because I was […]
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RIDDLE: LBGTQI (S)?

By Tatenda  Not Lesbian: I’m attracted to and desire women, but not exclusively. Not Heterosexual: I date men, but not exclusively. Not Bisexual: I don’t subscribe to the gender binary. Not Pansexual: I can’t say that I am something that I do not fully understand or practise. ——————— Me: So what am I? Bigot: A slut! Me: Queer isn’t it?
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I’m That Girl

By Metaphorical Pearl I’m that chick with the slow smile riding the shopping cart down the supermarket aisle, tipping things on the floor and leaving them in a pile. I’m that chick with her locks hanging loose whose friends can’t introduce to new people without first making some kind of excuse because they say I’m […]
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In My Own

By Qat  They say ‘She is’ Argue ‘Naaah, I think’ She asks ‘Who you be?’ You shrug and stare, As you wait for me to mumble In this secret silence Nothing you can bear! You don’t know me I define ‘me’ best Acting in the light Creating in the dark A passionate lover all year […]
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