Nasilele Mubyana Poet Free verse

The Woman In Her, But the Woman In Me

I look at her and I see what I could be
Surely, she looks at me and she sees what she could be
But when I look at her
There is innocence to that preserved beauty; purity
And she has softness to her; a delicacy
There is no weight to her walk; lightness

I am grounded
The ground knows my stomp; it is heavy when I walk I step underneath the floor
Movement on quick feet that only know logic and drill
Its movement between weightless balance and momentum

There is no delicacy to me
I am strong with an earned ruggedness
I am no harp player
I hear drums: bhum…bhum…bhum; I listen for horns in the distance
For her, there is stillness in her breathing
For me, my heartbeats on my eardrums

She has seen rose petals in the hands of a lover at her door
But I have only seen rose petals above graves

And I cannot have it all

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