Fudzikomele, who
will believe this?
I walked through
the front door,
And you said, “Get
Out of my Face!”
You said, “Else, you will find yourself finished.”
Today, I walked
through the front door again,
And you said: “Look
at the time! Look at the time!”
Thank you; I
stepped out through the front door again
I didn’t see a
thousand flaming trees on the road.
Instead, hills fell over each other, royally, to greet me.
Instead, hills fell over each other, royally, to greet me.
By daily dying,
I’ve learned to be.
I hope my silences
are accurate and true
Maybe, it’s true,
in the dark eyes begin to see better.
A very powerful poem. It touches the core of my being. Powerfully written. Simple words but very striking.
ReplyDeleteHeart wrenching issue in our diaspora communities. Available data suggests African immigrants have the highest divorce rates in US. A dear friend is going through one as I write.
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