Surviving Poem by Sinaso Pamela Mxakaza

We survive religiously
For honour and sacrifices
In the name of plans gods have for us
A lot of things died this last year
Most of them are parts of who I was
I'm just glad that none of them was my mother
So understand if sometimes my body doesn't fit me right
I'll get it tailored when I find myself again
I'm skin and bones kept together by prayers
Beliefs that days will come when the sun shines for me too
And the scent of death will evaporate from our midst
For us to see our dreams clearly