Woman to man
This morning I woke up inside my bed;
But something was wrong, on top of my head.
My long curly locks, had now disappeared;
In shock I touched my cheeks, and felt a beard.
I ran to the mirror, and looked in fear;
As I saw a tall man, begin to appear.
When I looked from side to side, so did he;
Until I realised, that man is me.
“What is going on?” I began to weep;
Instead of my voice, I heard something deep.
I began to think, how my life would change;
Of everything I’d need, to rearrange.
My daily routine, would turn upside down;
As my body is now, a different noun.
No more knots to take out, of my long hair;
No more waxing, shaving and no more Nair.
No more money spent, on skirts, heels, a dress;
No more make-up needed, to impress.
No more fear of walking, outside alone,
No more fear of being, the gender that’s prone,
To horrific violence, in every form;
A world where women dying, is the norm.
Every four hours, a woman is killed;
That’s just in my country, where blood is spilled.
So when I look in the mirror, again;
Suddenly it becomes simple, and plain.
If all women feel safer to be man;
The whole world needs to come up, with a plan.
So that women can feel safe all the time;
And being women, wouldn’t be a crime.
#uyinenemrwetyana #southafrica #women #safety #safetyforwomen
Autumn’s Dying Embers
Dying mirrors Autumn
Eclipsing Life; Death’s Canyon
Gold betrays cerulean
Buried beneath horizons
Frost kisses the drying grass
Temps fall in darkened shadows
Mist, that only briefly lasts
Time’s run out of tomorrows
Crimson leaves with tattered edges
Curl; hollowed and fragile
Dressing elder branches
Winds strip, barren and cripple
Garden’s beauty slowly fades
Bright blushes, bleeding pale
Earthen-brown and ashen-gray
Dusts withered roses, frail
Blizzards bite the brittle bones
Piercing to heart’s flesh
Fields prepared with tombstones
Pruned; the Earth’s winepress
Death; Winter, perpetual
Our life drifting to sleep
Cut away; asunder
Their prayers, we “Rest In Peace”
Beauty of our beings
Remains; in black and white
Memories, indelible
Gripped, they treasure, tight
Tears tumble, flooding crevices
Rainbows alighting azure
Hope distilled of promises
Most blessed are the pure
Reliving Spring and Summer
Alive within their bosoms
Flowers bloom forever
With sweet fragrance of our blossoms
Days stretch out to lengthen
Summer’s sunsets speak
As scrolls; pastels once hidden
The Impressionist: Mystique
Summer meets with Autumn
In a blink; the page flips over
Winter falls upon them
Life leaves; goodbye, forever?
Winter yields eternal Spring
Though flesh, the ground consumes
Our final breath, believing,
Draws our spirits; all things new
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Certified
I just want validation
From the nation.
It's what you made me
By giving out certificates.
For being on time.
For working hard.
For doing well.
The thing itself should be enough.
But you taught me to seek validation.
Now you call me a people pleaser
Because I seek approval
From everyone.
We could solve this right now
If you would just
Give me a certificate.
