They live in glass houses: mirrors for eyes
An entirely different breed of cat
Always supposing themselves to be right
My meetings with them have suggested that
If they could they would wear boots to their thighs
And quite possibly have it in for me
All these years I have stayed out of trouble
By staying in with my portion double
To the kind of trouble mirrored eyes see
More for the doctor than the officer
Not worn outside but treasured inwardly
Though probably neither would understand
Mirrors and I agree to disagree
About troubles which are but never were
I live in a dark place: shadows for eyes
An entirely different breed of cat
It feels like where I am is always night
Your meetings with me have suggested that
If you would I could help you realize
There are many forms of reality
All these years I have wondered about things
Jumped in with both feet to find for myself
Places where the bird of paradise sings
Observed in the wild not stuffed on some shelf
To hold the important things by the hand
Treasures of the heart for eternity
Mirrors and we agree to disagree
About triumphs which are and always were
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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This book is a limited edition, and copies are hand numbered. It will NOT be available through Amazon or other distributors. You must purchase it directly from the author or from this site. It is hard-back (not the spiral bind seen
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