THE THROWAWAY GIRL

Throwaway girl

Thanks for the twirl

Needed the hit

To keep me fit

But

Bit by Bit

The outie tribe

Encroaches

Mimicking the vibe

Of how to live

Of how to give

And take

In the new KZN

The new reality

Of god’s creatures

Vulturing

Values of past priests

Plagued by sin

Another in

Another frought reality

Dyed

By upbringing

Baked in the rust

Thrust into the glare 
of the future

Give me love

Throwaway girl

The tribe is to blame

Its name is the frame

Its afterlife

the game

Throwaway girl

Make me the same