If I were to say nothing it would speak
As well of me as anything I say
When life is like a balloon with a leak
Which in spite of this is floating away
If I were to do nothing it would make
A case for nothing doing nothingness
But I think I should do what it would take
To make a statement of more out of less
And if a sonnet should ever transcend
Then it would be connected at the root
The soil of which the dust of who depend
And fall to where the question then is moot
I have to say something and I must do
Whatever it takes for the breaking through
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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