Khisa's Poetry.

We tiptoed, under surveillance, long enough To satisfy the throbbing of our hearts, and vision-hungry eyes And hide from eyes that itched ...

The weatherman promised El Nino will come He swore he'd envisioned it carry misery So we let grand projects peacefully rest And brace...

When you are ripe enough, sonMy father said; Find a woman for yourself You can buy her with what you earn or just elope with one-- If he...

I There is always something special about you That reminds me of a dream bred in my conscience— Swelling with the passing of se...

(In memory of Gladys Katoi) It is that tiny piece of metal Hurled about by sons of bitches as if it were sand on beaches or mai...

We must demolish the stores We built for our dreams This season's meager harvest Won't nourish them to hatch. Ignorance...

We teachers will never have peace When strikes come it's worse We march in streets with placards singing solidarity   In ...