IBé

Category: Poetry

Everything but the Man

Exploitation doesn’t need a passport It moves freely from north to Johannesburg Each season, new names like hurricanes: Colonization, globalization, democratization Ever since I became

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Rude Awakening

Once upon a time A noble pursuit was etched in founding papers A lighthouse to all lost in a sea of despair We judged ourselves

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a headshot of the poet, IBe

Mixed Bag

I used to think getting old was like a tsunami It heaps on you when you reach 50 But the closer I get the more

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Greetings

May peace be on to you. May we meet in the middle of any divide Find common ground in our humanity. May I share my

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