The Curse Of Seeing Behind Curtains Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Being gifted and rising
into higher ranks. The
horse without a briddle,
you learn the secrets
unwritten rules. The
blessed few, who walk
on soft carpets see
in you a new horse.
Stop it they must.
The unwritten rules
so old cannot be for
all. A blindness has
struck you so you zombie
your way around. Talk about
it and you'll suffer the curse
of knowing too much. Once a single
bind, now a double bind. How thick
is your skin?