Naked Realities Poem by priscah Mutswenje

I am learning to hold onto what I know
and scanning the deep into that I do
To let the masses complain as I move
About and past and by on my own


You can shriek or shrill or prick
but mine is a decision based on lessons
The lessons I picked from the day my innocence flew
Into thin airs and away to where I cannot tell


It is just that my story is a long novel
hardly written by African authors
Taught by situations to rush and run
when chance avails. Lest Mackenzie or another of his kind
Confuses us with what fasting is or is it starving?


I am confused in this poetry composition?
I only meant to think aloud about why I should be indifferent
without apologies? Why I should be a little bit inhuman
Not inhumane though; because I care and save and help


It's just being independent and working on without too much ado
It is the art of driving energy from within
the art of looking ahead and not turning even when one whispers
Or stepping with heavy footsteps that can crush a foot
blocking your way for fear that you would soon be the lead


maybe I should continue later...