I am my heritage, I am my roots, I am a black child, I am a child of the soil. I owe my success and the one that lies ahead to my Creator, the One who planned to make me who I am. I am a proud black woman being, I may be called names they do not change the price of milk now does it? today I stand firm and accept them all, for these are where I gather my strength from. I am an african princess, my crown hidden and kept in no man's land. I still held it with pride for they thought it was lost, they thought I would never know of it. Little did they know that my forebearers were intelligent people, little did they know that amidst the suffering my heritage would not be lost. I knew never to wonder where it was, I knew never to ask for directions to find my african crown, I knew never to read the falsely written history, I knew exactly where my african crown was.
My crown has always been where it belongs always in its rightful place. This beautiful crown took different beautiful and neat shapes. One day it would be an afro, yes it was always on my head. I knew it would cause a stir, I loved the attention it drew, I loved the shocked eyes that starred at it, I loved them wondering what 'that' was. It was my crown, my heritage, my pride for I am an african princess. My crown would one day be displayed with cornrowns a true work of art that was. My african crown I could sleep wearing it, my african crown was forever with me. They thought when those before us were deprived of their land, as they were paid with mirrors and enslaved. They were made to fight against each other, those that bore me were labelled as thieves. Never did they realise that a black child's crown is with them always.
I took a firm stand and realised that I need to lock my africanness, I need to lock my heritage, I need to lock my religion, I need to lock my faith, I need to lock the crown that I have been wearing my whole life. These drealocks I now spot are yet a journey to 'Who am I'?, that I have embarked on, they make me embrace all that is in me, they make me realise that the wrongs of the past will never be made right. They teach me to rewrite these wrongs in a right way, they teach me to bring my heritage to life. I am an african princess and never will those after me suffer like those before us.
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I am hope, I have faith, I believe in kindness, I trust in totality, I walk with vigour, I speak with zest, I sing with purity, I pray with humility. Oh dear Master of the hearts that bleed, the minds that wonder, the tears that fall, the feet that trot, the eyes that marvel, the ears that acknowledges, the hands that... prescribe, the torso that prostrates, the nose that receives, the mouth that proclaims, the soul so pure that when I stand rigid the world is in awe. They wonder why this confident posture, they look at me tongue tied. I but look at them with a heavy and fragile heart. You disguise my tears for a sparkle in the windows to my soul. I am filled with warmth, my soul is covered by your love. I know why the world cannot rejoice with who I truly am, for in their eyes I am but a homeless person with no identity - A work in progress to Who Am I? Copyright Mamohale E Dimema 2010
My crown has always been where it belongs always in its rightful place. This beautiful crown took different beautiful and neat shapes. One day it would be an afro, yes it was always on my head. I knew it would cause a stir, I loved the attention it drew, I loved the shocked eyes that starred at it, I loved them wondering what 'that' was. It was my crown, my heritage, my pride for I am an african princess. My crown would one day be displayed with cornrowns a true work of art that was. My african crown I could sleep wearing it, my african crown was forever with me. They thought when those before us were deprived of their land, as they were paid with mirrors and enslaved. They were made to fight against each other, those that bore me were labelled as thieves. Never did they realise that a black child's crown is with them always.
I took a firm stand and realised that I need to lock my africanness, I need to lock my heritage, I need to lock my religion, I need to lock my faith, I need to lock the crown that I have been wearing my whole life. These drealocks I now spot are yet a journey to 'Who am I'?, that I have embarked on, they make me embrace all that is in me, they make me realise that the wrongs of the past will never be made right. They teach me to rewrite these wrongs in a right way, they teach me to bring my heritage to life. I am an african princess and never will those after me suffer like those before us.
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I am hope, I have faith, I believe in kindness, I trust in totality, I walk with vigour, I speak with zest, I sing with purity, I pray with humility. Oh dear Master of the hearts that bleed, the minds that wonder, the tears that fall, the feet that trot, the eyes that marvel, the ears that acknowledges, the hands that... prescribe, the torso that prostrates, the nose that receives, the mouth that proclaims, the soul so pure that when I stand rigid the world is in awe. They wonder why this confident posture, they look at me tongue tied. I but look at them with a heavy and fragile heart. You disguise my tears for a sparkle in the windows to my soul. I am filled with warmth, my soul is covered by your love. I know why the world cannot rejoice with who I truly am, for in their eyes I am but a homeless person with no identity - A work in progress to Who Am I? Copyright Mamohale E Dimema 2010
