24 Poem by Angela Bontle Ditumiso

I'm 24 revolutions
Around the sun
A lifetime growing
Under my mum's shelter
A tree watching
From up high
Head held in the sky
Living among the clouds
Overlooking my siblings
A scholar
Trained by life
A book written
Under the prying
Eyes of time

Words work to grease the
Tongue like saliva
Produced and introduced
To the mouth only to be
Swallowed
I guess the voice
Is too weak to carry
Words with such
Rich meaning

I'm a song sang by many
Though some have only
Heard my syncopated rhythm
I'm twenty four bars
Each bar with 365 notes
With an extra beat
Every time a day takes a leap
A long song
Still being composed

Memory etched to your brain
A story sewn to your heart
I am the reason your eyes
Throw tantrums
Wishing to see me
I'm that poem called person
But not any person
One named Angel-ah

I have several moods
I talk a lot of emotions
And a lot of experience
I've been experimented
On by time
Cooked by challenges
Feasted on by trouble
Regurgitated
Afforded a chance
To recover

I'm 24 chapters
Of a book called
Angela B. Ditumiso
Unique in my scripting
160 cm high
And about 46 kg heavy
I'm a countless words
Bountiful stories
A cup of tears
But a well of laughter

My soul a book
Shelved in the library
Of my vessel
My vessel a container
Bearing countless
Gifts
I peep into my skin
To see what sweet
Present life delivers
24 years of receiving
24!