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Poem for my sisters. |
I am waiting Sing me a song woman Sing me a song Of days that will be better When woman can live the life That she chooses Sing me the song That tells us of the ceremonial castration Of those the believe that a woman Is but a child Sing me a song woman Sing me a song Of days when I can walk With my sister hand in hand Without feigning ailment Sing me the song That tells us of the nights We can ignore the footsteps behind us And enjoy the quiet streets on the way home Sing me a song woman Sing me a song Of days when those sitting On the chairs we elect Will rejoice in the moon As many of us Sing me the song That reminds us of when our sisters Made the laws that ruled them When a sister was not guilty by Virtue of her sex, color, creed, race … Sing me a song woman Sing me a song Of days when my tears Will be joined by the ever flowing Waters of the Limpopo river Sing me the song That will lead us as our fluids Become one with the ocean As we celebrate the moon Sing me a song woman Our sisters in the struggle Are waiting Sing us the song That will break the shackles Sing me a song woman I am waiting By Nambitha Mpumlwana |