Behind The Scenes Poem by ZWAVHUDI MARY NDWAMBI

SHE BUILD
SHE SOW
SHE SWEAT...

WHAT THEY SEE IS THE FIGURE OF HER ROOTS,
ROOTS FORGOTTEN
WHAT THEY BOAST IS THE SHAPE OF HER MANSION,
FOUNDATION NOT REMEMBERED
WHAT THEY KNOW IS THE SHADOW OF HER TREES
HEAT HAS NO NAME

SHE FIGHT
SHE CLIMB
SHE CROSS OVER...

THEY CELEBRATE HER VICTORY,
SCARS OF HER BLOOD NO LONGER VISIBLE,
THEY POINT HER ON TOP
VALLEYS ARE BURIED BEANEATH,
THEY REJOICE HER BUTTERFLY WINGS, WORM IS DEAD

SHE IS BROKEN
SHE GOT TEARS
SHE IS EXHAUSTED...

HER DRESS SHINE STRENGTH AND DIGINITY,
WEAKNESS FLOWS BY THE UNKNOWN RIVER
HER MOUTH IS POWER,
SILENT DAYS ARE BURIED UNDER THE STONE
HER HAND IS A STRONG BOW,
PERSUE BUILD HER BOLDNESS


SHE PRAY
SHE FAST
SHE GIVE...

SHE GOT ALL SHE WANT,
THE HIDDEN CORNER NO LONGER REVEALED
SHE DOES'NT LACK,
HER EMPTY STOMARCH NO LONGER BARE
SHE IS PRAISED BY NATIONS,
HOLES OF HER POCKET ARE SILENT