Marble and Sculpture

My Suffering is known by many I’m self evident of sanctuary My survival is of a hero’s journey I set out to monument my ancestors memory My poetry Is full of tales of how I survived slavery My delivery Dragged the chains of apartheid till I broke free My Clarity Is of knowing struggle and struggle knowing me My prosperity Survives war pain and agony I celebrate Life coz I know death I gasped my people’s blood when I took my first breath I embrace Joy coz I know hurt I lost brothers and sisters since birth Traces of my pain they go deep I sore like a widows weep Like Jesus my passion took the whip And I shared tears with every pen drip If I could I follow blindly while my faith takes the leap But my truth turns to shoot from the hip If I could I’d sow harmony so I could reap But I find my self writing about surviving Gaza Strip I find myself painting the kernel of a child soldier’s torments I'm broken by the screams of blood that fill the moments I’m walking hundred days of slaughter with the ghost of Rwanda I’m lifting Machete in triumph of evil in Uganda Slice open Sierra Leone’s womb over bets on the sex of the unborn Watching South Africa’s xenophobic hearts pricking with the same thorn But I smile with mama Africa, smile to the rise of the sun Coz dark nights, cold winters, this is where the struggle is won