Heritage

We’ve spent heritage day together; just you and me. Our senses overflowed with the tangible and intangible sensorial presence of ‘Heritage’ We asked one another: ‘What is your heritage?’ Jokingly, teasingly, the words African roots and being of the world flowed from our lips, our tongues, our eyes and our hues. In the sombre moments surrounded by our past and present And seeing our future it became clear to me My heritage is love, hope; borne out of pain, forgotten and lost voices, memories and bodies forgotten My heritage is love Inherited to be applied and embodied Between two souls and bodies My heritage allows me to love you My heritage of apartheid and enforced separation embodied by our bodies, gliding past one another, never touching, afraid to touch, has shown me; though separated in body In spirit we are still connected Though the body is shackled, controlled the mind wanders free My heritage is love My heritage says I can love you My heritage says fight for this love So ask me again and I will tell you; My heritage is LOVE