Once long ago a maid donned a robe a religious habit to please her God The music flowed to her, no note could she read Her songs were loved around the globe In the sixties she made the gospel Mod And even then she was a victim of greed
When she heard a different call and hung up the dress or shroud, as called by her heart She left the convent with hope and faith Many turned against her, caused her distress Without the habit her songs were bitter and tart Her former glory a mournful wraith
In dispair the maid took her own life there was no where to turn, no where to run Those who would not ease her strife Now ran to filled their pockets with grins She was unhappy and knew little joy or fun The sharks swim now, fear their fins
The images and words that painted her soul are locked away in the hands of a miser A man she would have hated in life Makes sure the truth remains black as coal He does as he pleases and no one is the wiser But in death she calls to me with a faint, lonely fife
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
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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