She Is A Poem
Poem by JJ Bola, Twitter: @JJ_Bola
She is not a poet, she is a poem,
Writing herself into the hearts of everything she touches,
But she wouldn’t have you know it.
Her story is untold,
Like a flower that never unfolds to the sun,
She has no option but to search for the light within herself.
Her spirit is her wealth,
The most precious natural resource,
She holds a nation in her palm.
Calmed the cries of unwanted babies and wiped away their tears,
In spite of the suffering and the violence
After all these years,
She has vowed never to let go,
So with hope she keeps holding on.
You cannot tell me about being strong,
Until you have heard the laughter of a rape victim caress your spine,
It will paralyse your indifference,
The sunset of her smile will stay forever in your mind,
Until that day when you realise that you are much closer connected than you think,
Because when on the brink of despair,
Everybody stares into the horizon,
Dreaming of a better day.
If only she could write her own future,
But she isn’t a poet, she is a poem
Being written into your heart.
(Image: A woman walking at the edge of the Nile. Coloured lithograph by Mouilleron after E. Prisse)