MY LETTER TO MRS MOJAPELO

I have seen you Walk like heaven needs your hug I have heard you talk Like Martin Luther lives in your soul I have seen you vibrate Like you are the heartbeart Of Atteridgeville And yes You have been my heartbeat in Atteridgeville Branded with six north stars That shine in the darkest of days The alfa and omega Of my incarceration I treasure your your presence liked gold merchants i have seen your transparent soul Wrapped in rythms Of golden ribbons The hallways of Atteridgeville Devour your golden presence