primrose mandizvidza

My Inspiration - Poem by primrose mandizvidza

A creative genius, the world could not accept
Sound and the rhythm of words unified with speech
To form a language that spelled his difference
but in truth, we are not different from him at all
No stanger to poverty
He struggled from an empty house
No food to hunger for
No shelter to hide from as life threatened to close in
Ridiculed, anti hate slogans against him
To end as a cell mate where he did not belong
No guidance but judgement he challenged society
All alone he came up with a new type of art
That moved the heart to humility
Made the mind sharper as words came together
The body stronger as the message lifted us from dark days
His spirit to live on in his verses
Until oneness with the soul was achieved
Recognition only came at the cemetary
But your words still live
As they inspire me to write more...

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 27, 2008

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