A Beautiful Zulu Poem

Granny Zibenzele

Fed up! Can’t stand up on these feet. No voice
to hear. No fire in belly, I’m beat. No choice.

Drip, drip, drip change begins small, but then when
from within; becomes big, meaningful, again and again.

You can’t deliver self esteem on a plate
But raise me up… new skills, I rise to make Africa great.

I find voice, I create choice, on fire now I read
With Zimele’s help and support; now I am freed.

By: Jess Driscoll

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