Silent like the drum

Forbidden looks across shallow waters,
unheard words, spoken out loud bring
silence like a drum. Boom! Boom! Boom! The
crowd goes silent.
Hard feet crushing anthills at dusk, and the
sound of day break, she goes to him, to them.
Strong and firm like the mighty oak tree, on
his branches she finds shelter. She can
breathe.
Forbidden looks across shallow waters,
unheard words, spoken out loud bring
silence like a drum. Boom! Boom! Boom! The
crowd goes silent.
Soil soaked after the rain, like her face gets
sometimes. Doors kicked down from the
outside to let her get a glimpse of Mam’
Shabangu’s rose bushes.
Even amongst all the thornes, beauty remains.
She recalls the pain when she pricked her
finger once. Beauty can make u bleed too. She
laughed at herself.
Forbidden looks across shallow waters,
unheard words, spoken out loud bring
silence like a drum. Boom! Boom! Boom! The
crowd goes silent. She goes silent.
Looks across the waters soften, the waters
soften, the scabs soften, her grasp on the
branches soften. She’s feels she is what she
is. She’s beautiful within her thornes.
She stops