My African Sister Poem by Anele Potelwa (Unpublished)

It was a mountain
With no valleys
A huge massive chart
She got to record experiences
And she stamped memories

Then she climbed
With no pride
But glide
And she knew
That she had to ride

Given the difficulties
She suffered through the line
Of best fit
She thought to herself
'there's no turning back'

The sparks of exhaustion
Had held her body
With no favour
But fear that never stoped
Yet none-the-less
She never pulled regret to the walk

She went up
With a man's strength
And she conquered
Yes! I say
She prospered
An African daughter