Social Justice Poetry

Prodigal Mother | A Social Justice Poem by Nyashadzashe Chikumbu

What am I?
That gum you spat seconds
before you even chewed.
The black illegitimate son
you exorcised from your
With Regurgitated filth – rats
I was baptized in the slums.
Graced in proletariat garments.
My Creative ingenuity Splatter(ed)
like a fly between
a spatula and gravel.
As I dived, medulla first into
stagnated mud pools.

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