Poem by Tashinga Chiwomba
MY BELOVED
The elders of my time only told me that life was cold
They never went in-depth explaining it
Perhaps they thought I…
THE RISING
Rising from dust,
From squatters and cages encroached on us;
Skins of coffee and earth-
A people of devotion for freedom
A love for the land
An ache…
THE UNVEILING
What is this veil covering your eyes?
Who is the one telling you these lies?
Why are you allowing these negative thoughts to linger?
Can’t you…
I don’t see you as a threat, yet you take up space in my mind. I see your beauty, your warmth, your smile, the spark in your eyes. Yet my mind chooses to play tricks on me…
If love was a person
Angel spent days crying. Life was getting hard, she felt empty inside, and her mind was numb… She thought that…
