I walk each day and try to find her face.
In 1960, the police took her suddenly from our place.
I shouted her name, but she couldn’t stay close.
I felt empty, the world heavy, darker than I chose.
My body heard his voice on every street corner.
I will find her one morning, my brain rejected the never.
But now, the streets feel quiet every night,
Because Apartheid takes away our rights.
I feel lonely in a space where morals have dissapear.
Peace is not lost, lost is not fear
I keep her smile in safe deep inside my heart.
A little light that helps when nights are dark.
Even if, the country feels cold and hope seems small.
I wait for her, and I won’t give up at all.
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This is a dark and sad poem of loss and the feel that despite continued hope the chances remain small. Well done
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Dark, sad, raw, and honest! Powerful poem! Also, welcome to MPS! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
How many people were dragged out of their houses in the name of apartheid.
How many never returned. This is a powerful poem full of hope, but I think every reader knows the truth.
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