If Thy New World Wear Poem by Walani Ndhlovu

The world scatter wonders every direction you face
With thrilling calls to which your feet race
But forget not what host you there
Awaiting to open arms if thy new world wear

My father once told me before his peaceful journey
To swallow my past of both thorns and honey
And now I regret dumping his words
That prophecy the disintegration of rotten threads

A tornado of wildness unfolds every inch
In loneliness suggligating the other voices that pitch
Then thy bear hands dig back through decayed rubbish
But thou hast moods when the dirt ambush

Yestertime is meat, tomorrow is sweet
If thou art in footwear that doth fit
But junk once in skinny or sagging shoes
That abandon thy cultural rules

Let thy feet click over the earth
In exploration of what celebrates its recent birth
But forget not what host you there
Awaiting to open arms if thy new world wear.