Life is uncertain
Especially for An African Woman
Belittled, beaten and butchered,
Taken as nothing but property
With no education, no employment
She hardly runs away
Longing for the running brooks
The brooks she never finds.
Rocked in hunger, poverty, and death
Her society blames her
Nobody trusts her
Sorrow is all she knows
As she tries to feed her child
Like nature she longs
Running brooks
She desires
That never comes.
Where shall I go?
She asks
Give us our daily bread
Awaitin' just enough to feed
She sleeps without food
Only to awaken the dawn
For daily bread
She longs
Like a thirsty deer longs!
My body is food
My blood is drink
She receives with determination
Amidst her hopelessness and gloom
Longing for death
Not running waters anymore
Thus She understands
Life is uncertain
Death is certain
Happy are those who have trodden
For soon or later
All shall all join
In longing for brooks
That weaves her vision to yours!
Dedicated to Doro-phie
My beloved sister whose death, I will always seek to honor.
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