Heart Of My People
Nici invited me to go walkabout and I collected a dry twig
just perfect to make a mobile, wild flowers and Japanese
vocabulary as she teaches me; affixed the twig - draped
with flowers - to a rail in the kitchen
Ate the dish prepared by Tiaan - perfectly succulent - and
Nici’s potato mix, life perfect when I can breathe, see and
hear the beauty of my kids, appreciate the new TV system
and rejoice about the tears I have shed about a text
Delineating Africa’s problems, breaking my heart before
setting me free knowing why we cannot progress when
those in charge refuse to comprehend why the heart of
my people won’t heal
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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