This Me Poem by priscah Mutswenje

I feel like i should just be me

I think like a free being

I am a liberal human being

Who believes in the natural me

I may hear your advice

I might listen see what this price is

Your claims may sound valid

They may as well be logical

but i might not see the smart goals

I long to attain and bit my ancestral odds

they stopped at stage two

I must take it a notch higher

That level which they dreamed for us

that is the me I know



You may hate me for being me

You may gossip the me that is me

You may cook malice for the me, me

But in all I want that me

That never stops when i start

That never wane because of your wrath

THE ME that glows even in darkness

and seeks even when others subdue

That ME that goes for roads not trodden

The me that want the undesirable

As long as it redeems our past

that me that reclaims that place

Hidden from my grannies

the goals that we lost in the fear

To take charge and fight for a place

The me that is me

This me is a long story

it goes on and on and on