I Remember
i remember
I remember it all
Gwaai and Shangani
Natives being hung
Freedom songs being sung
I remember the color red,
The tainted soil
From negro toil
And anger boil
I remember the tears.
Children being robbed of motherhood;
Being robbed of fatherhood
I only stood.
I remember the times
Of colonial race
So there was a race
To find the ace!
I remember the ambush-
Firing what I held
The gun!
So I ran.
I remember never looking back
Twigs scratching my face
I remember hiding
Alas! They found me!
I remember the beatings,
Questions;
My fingers and toes
Growing less...
I remember the flowing blood
Mixing with the crimson sunset.
I hoped at dawn
I would yawn.
I remember closing my eyes.
In vain trying to open them.
The pain of realisation
I would never see dawn.
Copyright © Rachelle Goromonzi | Year Posted 2017
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