I see your eyes prey on me
Like the graves opening soils for another body
I see you crawling, like a thief into my laughter
Layering dust on my mother’s body language
I try to towel it with my frangibility
I see prayers that yield feet
I see prayers God denounced
Shoulders too, bowing like the mjozi branches
Mind convinced that these streets will steal me
I am no better than the boy who sings I’ll survive
I fly sometimes
Leave my melody falling on the floors
Wet with the music of the oceans breathing
A house full of nothing but shadows of emptiness
Give these bones to feed this empty, can they?
I fly sometimes
Tailor smiles on my face
Like a mood-board crafted by a seven year old
On the day he kindly receives birthday presents
Feeling the warmth of time falling into his arms
A heart that envelops thank you for this love
I fly sometimes, every time
To bring my childhood back
To soak his joy into my emptiness.
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