Her firm structures and curves depicting a rich history,
With a heart that refuses to give in forever being successfully resuscitated,
Pregnant with many’s hopes and dreams,
Mourning the death of a rural child’s ambition,
Robbed of her virginity by vultures that prey on innocent dreamers and hustlers,
Sodomized by the evil claws of those that try to take shortcuts by taking from those who travel down rocky paths,
Stories of hope tattooed and graffiti sprayed all over her tender flesh and walls,
Her skyscrapers reaching out to the heavens hoping to receive Johannesburg’s much needed miracles,
Morning dew; her tears; wetting the ground as she prays and begs her God for a better day,
The African sun drying her tears and reflecting hope.
At the end of each day the sun retires and calls it a day,
As the sun fades; it leaves Johannesburg’s skyline beautifully painted yet her heart filled with fear as she awaits the arrival of her nocturnal guardians, the moon and street lights.
Lizz (Tshauambea Elizabeth Ndou)
*poem inspired by the sunset image captured by Tendamudzimu Tenda Mulovhedzi