NOMPUMELELO MOTLAFI
The Fucking
It was the fucking
that made me stay
as long as I did—it
was not very long in retrospect.
Ah, well...
I could stand the blatant disrespect,
the lying and the bullshitting
that’s the same thing, mos
so long as there was fucking
at the end of it.
I’m not talking high romance here.
To hell with Billy Shakespeare.
I’m talking about flash-in-thepan,
over-as-soon-as-it-started, blitzkrieg fucking.
I skeem I was too eager,
Me with my kit off.
Him with his many words;
An educated man.
All the same a fucker:
“Let me into Your Wetness...”
I bled from his dagger thrusts:
The wound stretched to my heart.
A black man with a lily-white conscience.
I skeem it was the fucking:
Ja, boet, it was the fucking.
Definitely the fucking.