Raise the fallen, walk over them.
Fear the consequences of a kind action,
undermine the impact of a bad deed.
Maybe there’s more to life, maybe there isn’t.
Fight the oppressor, break the chains.
These haunting memories,
these hopeless days,
These hopeful dreams.
Light a candle, say a prayer.
Close the door, cry in silence,
wear a mask.
These scattered pieces-
break me up, then make me whole.
I have no power over my thoughts.
Like a pride of lions
I am fierce.
The present and the future,
I represent them all.
I grace the world with awe.
I remain remarkable
In a broken world
I remain whole.
I am superiority,
I am a woman.
Walking with our shoulders straight
and heads held high
Our ambitions reach the skies
they throw stones at us
but we build ourselves up
with a belief so strong,
We could grow wings, fly.
We grace the world with awe,
hard rocks melt.
Roaring like lions,
we are heard and felt.
We break the chains of mediocrity.
We amaze them in every country
and in every city.
We have much more, we don’t need pity.
heads held high,
we can’t break, we have our pride.
A Meeting with myself
We’ve met before.
I wouldn’t miss that voice in a million years.
It’s been a long road,
Oh, what a burden for you to bear!
I apologise for my absence,
I shouldn’t have left you to face the storm alone
I hope you understand;
how could I love you when you were broken?
But, Sister that pain you hold on to will suffocate you.
you need to let it go.
You can’t blame them anymore,
I pity you for letting them in,
I despise you for loving them,
I am sorry they hurt you,
but honey you need to heal.
Forgive yourself and learn to love those who put you down.
By forgive, I mean make peace with your soul.
More than anything, I wish to see you smile again.
I get lost,
Am too proud to ask, so I lose my way.
I get sad too, it’s hard to tell from this smile I maintain.
I have dreams, a little too big, maybe, to come true, but I keep dreaming.
Hopelessness makes a fool of you, stay sane and keep fighting.
I mm grateful for the little things, I count my blessings before I break down.
I get lost in these tears. Pieces of my soul I will never get back.
A Meeting With Myself and other poems are © Wasekera C. Banda