The relationship people share often causes rifts and misunderstandings.
You pull the floor out from under me. I stand aghast, falling to my knee. I cringe and shudder, for what is this hex? If you move the earth, The sky's bound to be next.
How do I find the way to act Outside this emotional bubble? Insulated from rational thinking, In only a state flooded by trouble.
You rip the ground away, With your loving best intentions. How do I stand my stead, And weigh both our parts, With some balance of equity We can both have at the start.
There's you, and there's me. We need to help each other, Without me, giving up what I'm destined to be. But, you hold all the keys.
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
Your poem brings two words to mind, communication and commitment. One can be all that they are and more.