Ma Kith 'N' Kin Poem by Denis Martindale

Ma Kith 'N' Kin



Some days I feel,
I feel somethin’s missin’.
Der’s a hole in ma life,
Somethin’ left undun...

Brotha, Brotha, where be choo?
Brotha, Brotha, where hav’ ya gone?
I rememba choo, yeah, I rememba.
I know yer out der, but yer not here,
An' dat’s wha’s missin’.

Sista, Sista, I rememba choo, too,
An' yer not here either.
Sista, Sista, where be choo?
Sista, Sista, where hav’ ya gone?
Yer out der, but yer not here,
An' dat’s wha’s bin left undun.

Dis wrong mus' be made right,
Dis broked rope mus' be mended.
Whatcha say, Brotha?
My Brotha I once befriended...

Brotha, Brotha, where be choo?
Brotha, Brotha, where hav’ ya gone?
Sista, Sista, where be choo?
Sista, Sista, where hav’ ya gone?
Brotha, Brotha, I'm here!
Sista, Sista, I'm here, right here...
An' I'm all alone!
Jus' pinin', pinin' fer yers all...


Denis Martindale, adaptation, October 2010.


This is a tribute poem based on the original by
Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk:
An Untitled Experiment (on poemhunter-dot-com)
Tolly has agreed to the sharing of the poem.

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