How shall I paint your portrait?
In purple, in black, in green...
Passionate and romantic...
Dancing a woman's tango.
...
I lived for you. I adored you.
More than anything in this world.
I breathed your pulse. I called for you
When disgust loomed my life in pain.
...
Tsholofelo, My Hope (A Tribute To The Asian &Amp; African Women I Have Lived With)
How shall I paint your portrait?
In purple, in black, in green...
Passionate and romantic...
Dancing a woman's tango.
Tsholofelo, I see you
primed in blue maid's uniform
serving hot coffee or tea
in locked executive rooms.
in construction work: digging;
chipping boulder's; sweating black;
climbing, laying hollow blocks;
looking sturdy; undaunted.
How shall I paint your bright hope?
In your womb, a child so dear;
Trapped in a world so unfair
Where diamonds are not rare.
How shall I paint your portrait?
Purple with your bleeding heart;
Black with your skin so unspoiled;
Green with your unfailing hope.
I feel for you about 'Petals'. Remember 'Petals and Leaves Poetry Lovers Society' and how it withered on the vine?