Endless Beginning Poem by zama ashley helebe

Endless Beginning



This my edge-of-heart utterance

To this tree she is as I am, a branch
Trying by all means not to be barren
From birds she has to be hidden
To them infectious and savage flies
She has to swing
For water and sunlight
She has to be primed

Frail in her is a tooth of a hen
Not that I’m surprise
Because that is what is her
“Can’t be able” to her
It’s like agreeing to be slaughtered
I, why even bother
Because it’s like father like daughter

Optimist and opportunist is her game, always
In present of her “buts” and “cant’s” are all away
Pondering is you,
Why I’m fluttering someone
Then you have to live broadly again somehow
Because she is a big daughter of my father
Let alone her manoeuvre which I call hustler



To: KUNU

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