My love was like Titanic all along,
A masterpiece, magnificent and strong.
There’s never been a greater work of art,
Or one that was more doomed right from the start.
I’m sorry for the folks that climbed on board,
Excited when the super engines roared-
So happy being taken for a ride.
At least my love was just a dream that died.
I wish there were a lifeboat left for me,
Or some escape from death of ecstasy.
It won’t take long for all of this to sink.
Dispense with dreams and learn to only think.
But still, it is a marvel to my mind,
The greatest love my heart could have designed.
And though the path was long, the seas were rough,
I somehow thought my love was good enough.
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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