she israel

she's real. she's truth. i met her in march on the marh to the promised land. clad in simpicity my sore eyes saw her naked soul, eyes watering from her oceans of emotions. 'nko di le sephara e le di famo. mahlo ho phatsima e le hoa dinaledi ho rateha, motsaho e le oa di pitsi ke re hona ho ikonka. her face free from the love of silver, the shit that makes sisters look like guinea fowls on- a hot summer's day she is not mutated by blades sitting in front of the- mirror only to re-draw her brows with pencils nor is her head modified with dead folks hair. hair kinky,rear curved like a parabola she is a perfect being, wholly in mind and spirit dignified with all the gifts the heavens can bestow. she, israel- a being of flesh and blood. ***for Mzamose Hadebe,may we grow together,apart...with love***