Does it rain for you—like … me
When you need to cry out, does your
Pain leak through your eyes, or spill—fall
Humbled … to your feet
I have not known you—I love you, still
Greetings to you, this time, in your human form
You, even, with the darkest heart, I love
I have not known you—I love you, still
Every day I wake … hoping to meet you,
To see your happiness, your good hope will,
The changes that make you whole again, and
Your love be purified and divine
I have not known you—I love you, still
As my life transforms to a newer thing,
I’ll miss you here…and, falling to my feet,
My pains that leak through my eyes—fall
Humbled … to my feet, as
Tears….
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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