Quenching Waters Poem by Munashe Rupazo

One man’s trash
Is another man’s much,
One man’s suck
Is another man’s luck.
They told me that once
When I was two in the days of my months.

They told me that as I grow;
“I will find one to skid with in the snow.
That one which I have not indeed yet seen
I will perceive in the twilight of my dream.
I will not go further to learn, no
For that I am a woman so I nurse the kids at home
Yes, they say for want man have more vigor.”
To my politeness, I beg to differ.
For that, I am a woman yes
Nevertheless will not charge to sail in such disgrace.
Learning is my key to excel as a girl.
My skill lays not in nursing the babes.
The garbage of your excess knowledge
Has become the gold of my desired essence!

One man’s trash
Is another man’s much,
One man’s suck
Is another man’s luck.
They told me that twice,
When I was two in the days of my months.

At most places when women are hurt,
I have learnt to listen to my heart.
The third it pumps the first I breathe
The third it expands and the most I believe.
To believe in whom I am in this minor concentration.
To believe in the potential in me to alter women’s attention.
What one has done, they always say
One can do, if I may say
In these dim interests of woman sovereignty
What if I be the pioneer of feminine, sovereign remedy
Unlike crying when snowballs hit my face
Unlike wishing to possess one’s mess
Unlike that, but to learn and deserve my earnings
Moreover lift my chin, when I count my blessings

One man’s weakness
Is another man’s strength.
One man’s nightmare
Is another man’s dream.
They told me that then
Young and ignorant until I went to learn.