Bold Poem by Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini

As an elephant memory
Remember those memories behold
As she set her foot felt the cold
Yes like she was told
That confidence she holds
Realising she has heart fold
Not as quite as there were told
Listening to the sound of birds as old
Had her shinning future as gold

Save those souls
Assertiveness of honesty
Truthful to be hold
Eating rotten bread mould
Yes she knows, she was told
But that was before she knew

By her heart she listen to,
Without friends but survive
Without pains she pays
She is brave waiting for those days
Although she scared of delays
She hopes as she stays
She loves and prays.