She wipes away beads of sweat,
An hour spent, pumping breath.
"Dokotela, is he alright ?", the family cries,
"He's resting well"
She smiles and moves ahead.
Baby stirs, moving restlessly,
Mama watches him, ever anxiously.
"Will this fever ever break?"
Alone at night, watching baby,
As eventually he sleeps gently,
Finally as the birds greet the new day.
She runs down a street,
Away from the cat-calls,
Why can't she wear what she wants,
Why can't she be independent, beautiful,single and wonderful,
Why can't she live her life,
Without some man being the judge?
Her body is hers,
An unbreakable fortress.
Another woman runs away,
In the darkest hour,
Leaving behind the anger and hate,
Carrying with her,
What matters to her,
The strength of her soul,
To face another day,
Before it's too late ,
Before it's all broken and washed away.
"You strike a woman, you strike a rock"
'Wathint' Abafazi, Wathint' Imbokodo'.
A/N: So a Happy Womens Day to you- it's a smidge delayed, but it was working it's way in my mind since the 9 August-which is National Women's Day in South Africa. I just wanted to take the time to appreciate all the wonderful women out- those who are slaying in the previously male dominated workplaces, the mothers who dedicate their lives to their children, those taking a stand, those who've survived the toughest of odds- you are all beautiful and should be proud of yourselves Sisters. 💞
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Poetic fragments
PuisiA collection of random poetry which may or may not be poetical that pop into my head. It can occasionally get moody, but then again if it doesn't evoke emotion and magnificent imagery can we call it poetry ? (Not really sure as one of my favorite p...
