Your tribe removes <br />the top third <br />of your womens little finger <br />when they are born <br /> <br />I do not believe in your spirits <br />In your fears of haunting <br /> <br />You stood in that carpark. <br />I would never have noticed you. <br />How long had you watched me? <br /> <br />How long had you watched me? <br />The girl in a black coat <br />smoking <br />by the third entrance <br /> <br />Your tribe removes <br />the top third <br />of your womens little finger <br />when they are born <br /> <br />You were out of your territory <br />Xhosa. <br /> <br />As I was out of mine. <br /> <br />I did not believe in your spirits <br />In your fears of haunting. <br /> <br />They will say I discriminate <br />by defining you by your tribe <br />but I did not know your name <br />Xhosa <br />And the only other word <br />I know for you <br />Is rapist.<br /><br />Tallie Pascoe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/xhosa/
