My poems reflect the reality of women in South Africa, this is a collection of black women’s voices, voices that are silenced and those who are lost along the path of recovery, they talk of the pain and struggles that black women are faced with every day. The pain of patriarchy, abuse and struggle. One of the poems speaks of the injustices of the story tellers and books on their denial of acknowledging women who have played a vital role in the struggle movement. These poems are heart breaking and yet eye opening to those who dare to read them and allow themselves to be immersed in these women’s stories and voices. My Crown The world never loved us They look at us as though we are foreign in our own home Being black and a woman has us crying when will it be over They look at us once again as though we don’t belong If not in this land, where? God said a women’s hair is her crown But he never specified which woman he was talking about They looked at our hair an...
I write what I feel. These are my thoughts expressed through words. Focussing on issues of blackness and me.