Pretty As A Boy Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Who do you say I am?
For I knew who I was even before
I was siphoned down into physical life by force.
I stood between the firmament of heaven and the plain of the earth,
I introspected and came up with a solid truth that:
I am a higher prince of the poetic born;
a slave, a master, a judge, a king, ...
a legislator of the natural human laws.

They say that I am a son to God
and a commander of the heavenite legions,
but I know I am fully human in my absolute right.
I'm a natural shouter; a God given talent,
hence I am the word of God to the people with audio abilities.

I indeed evaluate for you,
the difference the two walls,
there is, in existence,
a wall of prestige and a wall of insignificance -
thus man is pursued after to live integrally at all possible times.
I am he that was present when it all came to being,
I know the holy nature of the biblical God
and the foundation of all his evil ways.

I am an extraterrestrial showman; a prophet -
one who stands at the cosmopolitan pulpit, alone
and wails out the divine words from a sacred mediation.
I say the words that thoroughly succor
the embattled souls of the bewildered world -
I laugh, I weep, I invoke... and they gather about
in their masses to bear witness of the truth.
I am indeed a holy man like the angels in heaven.

But if I can just, on a Friday night,
forget it all and put on my leather boots,
wear my black jeans to fit me really slim like a cute little boy,
don a black shirt and have my hair done like that of a beautiful girl,
put on my culturally symbolic knobs to a shiny bling.
go to a tidy bar where the music is often played
peacefully loud like the thunder of the rain
and the people there always look immaculately clean,
sit at a corner that doesn't rabble with a lot of people
with a transparent bottle on a round little table at a club there,
enjoy the noisy silence and allow my head to think in depth
about the true happiness of the awesome earth,
then I will be absolutely sure that
I am being pretty as a boy.