By Clara Chaparadza
I’m a black ocean!
I escaped from the house of shame,
where success was just a rumor
I survived a lion’s den and a jaundiced upbringing.
I survived, am still breathing,
I’m an unshakable mountain
Watch me rise from rags to riches.
I rise from the deprived generation,
that was cursed to bear no fruits.
When they abandoned me in a very lonesome forest,
they didn’t know I was a seed!!
So here I am ,
I rise, sprouting flourishing vigorously
I’m a black soul,
I was once tortured by the endless pain of these terrorists calling me a savage in my forefather’s land.
I rise from the muddy soil
With courage
Walking barefooted on salty plains
with blisters of a farm laborer and ragged clothing
I rise up.
I’m a black surviving soul,
walking away from all these sleepless nights and the scary nightmares.
I rise and explode vigorously into the daylight,
hopefully looking forward to a better tomorrow which one day
Will come
By Clara Chaparadza
16/04/19_
