Everyday Poem by Thabani Khumalo
Everyday
My heart would start to pound as I'm thinking... everyday.
Love is freely granted to the people and is granted... everyday.
I hold a trowel in my hand to build on segregation,
I build upon it... everyday,
simply because our ways are that of blood and bone -
they are fragile and they are spill-able... everyday.
If there is anything you do best, be good,
and that is love... everyday
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