African Woman Poem by Isunge Mwangase

She awakes at 4 AM,

A product of her I am,

Fire wood on her head,

Her social life is dead,

She forgets her name,

Works hard- stays the same

Just to put food on the table,

Though she too very feeble

Six of us, a slice of bread,

Politicians and their greed,

Eating the apple and the seed,

This is the life we lead

Dying- encircled by crows,

The sweat on our brows,

Burns like the tears in our souls,

The passion of our body’s sores,

They don’t heal, we’re malnourished,

How can one be healthy ever famished?

The tunnel has but a little light

Although, It is not yet in sight,

But one day t'will and we'll heal

When we will never miss a meal.

All it takes are faith and hope,

God’s strength to help us cope,

A lot of Love, determination-

And too, an education.