With limp limbs she lies on the bed
As I cry myself to sleep for not being fed
Sores around her mouth having bled
Now with cracked creases like a desert crust
My memories with age gathered rust
And only that cobweb left for me to trust
Death handing me over as a baton to Granny to be raised
Through the maze all achievements not worthy to be praised
With all those crumpled papers for being appraised
Every single door shut red in my face
All hopes of opportunities faded with no trace
Freedom wrapped in an illusion as a worthless case
My battle in no way yours resembles
Moral decay gave birth to ruins and shambles
As those in power with our lives gamble
Your prison number 46664 is a badge of pride
For those you carried along to freedom in the ride
When you took honour and servitude as your bride
What worth is your bravery?
As I’m surrounded by poverty
What for was all that chivalry?
I’m a born-free, for I stand proudly jobless
Yes, I’m a born-free, for I’m certainly clueless
About my fate at the precipice of being futureless
There’s no pride in the badge I display
Do not look with dismay
At my badge numbers in array
CD4
26s, 27s and 28s
Incarcerated born-frees
Kommentaar
I just had to share this...
Hi Rentia
I wish to extend my gratitude to you and your team for making this possible.I saw the poem yesterday and I'm overly excited. Thank you for giving my voice this platform to share with the rest of the world.
Kind regards
Baipedi Mosebi
Honesty through poetry.
As you have left us with no words to say with our mouths yet our minds speak no foreign language with us.
From: Mzwandile Kula, Veliswa Dlamini, Sibusiso Mondlane and Donald Mhlongo
Your newly adopted sons
wow! you left me speechless am left with my mouth gaped.
you have said it all writing is your thing you deserve it.
xoxoxo its the best in need of a copy!
It is a great pleasure, Baipedi. It is wonderful to hear new voices on LitNet and get more people to respond and get in contact with poetry.
Your poem is for me both very fragile and very powerful. And it has the honesty and urgency that I look for when I search for poems. I think it is very important to voice these difficult thoughts and feelings that you expressed and to provide a platfrom for discussion about that.
I also loaded your poem on facebook on our facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/groups/291066274332026/?fref=ts. You are welcome to join our group and to send me more poems. Welcome to LitNet!
Regards
Rentia
With limp limbs she lies on the bed
As I cry myself to sleep for not being fed
Sores around her mouth having bled
Now with cracked creases like a desert crust
My memories with age gathered rust
And only that cobweb left for me to trust
Death handing me over as a baton to Granny to be raised
Through the maze all achievements not worthy to be praised
With all those crumpled papers for being appraised
Every single door shut red in my face
All hopes of opportunities faded with no trace
Freedom wrapped in an illusion as a worthless case
My battle in no way yours resembles
Moral decay gave birth to ruins and shambles
As those in power with our lives gamble
Your prison number 46664 is a badge of pride
For those you carried along to freedom in the ride
When you took honour and servitude as your bride
What worth is your bravery?
As I’m surrounded by poverty
What for was all that chivalry?
I’m a born-free, for I stand proudly jobless
Yes, I’m a born-free, for I’m certainly clueless
About my fate at the precipice of being futureless
There’s no pride in the badge I display
Do not look with dismay
At my badge numbers in array
CD4
26s, 27s and 28s
Incarcerated born-frees