Remedios Nalundasan-Abijan

(Metro Manila, Philippines)

Tsholofelo, My Hope (A Tribute To The Asian &Amp; African Women I Have Lived With) - Poem by Remedios Nalundasan-Abijan

How shall I paint your portrait?
In purple, in black, in green...
Passionate and romantic...
Dancing a woman's tango.

Tsholofelo, I see you
primed in blue maid's uniform
serving hot coffee or tea
in locked executive rooms.

in construction work: digging;
chipping boulder's; sweating black;
climbing, laying hollow blocks;
looking sturdy; undaunted.

How shall I paint your bright hope?
In your womb, a child so dear;
Trapped in a world so unfair
Where diamonds are not rare.

How shall I paint your portrait?
Purple with your bleeding heart;
Black with your skin so unspoiled;
Green with your unfailing hope.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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