My Face In The Dirt Poem by Nontobeko Dlamini

My face in dirt,
It is but momentarily,
For the scent of the dust
I must remember,
When i am up there,
In the sky, amongst the stars.
My face in dirt
It is initiation for the battles of life,
For with lead and ink i will thrive
And fight battles to never loose.
My face in dirt,
I will remember,
Those who will loose their
Feet and find their lips kissing
The ground. Like the star of morning
In me they will find hope.
My face in dirt
It is a rebirth
The birth of a humble spirit
For it is a battle of will
And i will.
My face in dirt
...never to be trembled
On but humbled
Even though the waves of life
Can come crashing on me,
Those are the labour pains
To bore a remarkable spirit
...free yet bound
Bound by the spirit
Of humanity.