i've always questioned why we label and categorize one another. At Birth, the gift of life is bestowed upon us to be the person we chose to be. That is if others don't make us what they think we should be.
HOW MUCH ARE WE LIKE OUR KIN
DOES NATURE IMPART WITHIN US THE ESSENCE OF THEM
WISDOM, LOVE AND TRUTH
FAULTS THAT REMAIN WITH US THROUGHOUT OUR YOUTH
THESE QUESTIONS I POSE BUT FOR ONE REASON
THROUGHOUT MY LIFE OTHERS PROCLAIMED
THAT LIKE MY MOTHER I WOULD LIVE IN SHAME
THOUGH THIS STIGMA WAS TO BE
I FOUGHT AND TOILED TO JUST BE ME
SO LIFE HAS TAUGHT ME THAT I HAD A CHOICE
AND THIS I DECLARE IN A CLEAR TRIUMPHANT VOICE
THAT THE AUTHOR OF MY DESTINY
IS JUST ME!
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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Trixie :)
AND THIS I DECLARE IN A CLEAR TRIUMPHANT VOICE
THAT THE AUTHOR OF MY DESTINY
IS JUST ME!..."
The secret to the universe. Well done.