Thank You Beautiful Mother For Loving Me Poem by Thabani Khumalo

I only hate it when I hold a pen in my hand
and fail to write the speeches of my blood,
when the words seem to disappear from my head,

I hate it when I don't seem to recall
the slightest thing I was thinking about just yesterday
but now that I do recall I want the same
as the council of sorcery that prays for the resurrection of spiritual corpses
right at the center of day and there is where I saw a girl I want to marry.

She is as beautiful as a ghost I once saw
on the television when I was a little boy,
she is gorgeous in every degree of a good look.

She and I will bear a son that's going to evoke
our ghosts back to the earth like some kind of a Djiin.

Thank you Beautiful Mother for loving me -
me a Dear Baby of '85 in your hugging arms -
a Dear Child among the all children under your sight.
If anyone tempers with my Mother
I will bind them with a muting spell
and cause them pain that makes their life uneasy to live.
Only then will they realize that I have the eye of a tiger.