Tale of Mandisa:

Mandisa

hangs on a the wall of my heart;

sweet as a mopane tree!

Her knowledge merely a seedling

youthful inner growth

comes from soaking up

the sunlight to cope—

A hard nut to crack;

Her mind an escape artist

fully known, walls have ears

the womb of ignorance

Her backbone rebar

She opened her heart

to those in earshot-

Derive the warmth

layers painted over ignominy

under the crack of dawn—

Mandisa hangs on a the wall of my heart;

sweet as a mopane tree

From each mistake grew

a leafy green

of common sense

Mighty as bark

Crack a smile

like dropping myriads of leaves—

Her presence is my oxygen

She will stand

strong bricked wall,

PROTECTING

all those behind her,

GUARDEDLY

all those who seek,

to walk over their own rubble

Mandisa doesn’t fall through the cracks...

Over time,

walls will crumble

with each wallop-

She’s planted firm

with her boundaries:

In front a dirt path,

with rainwater dips

Behind her,

the road is paved with gold

She is told be humble, naw

Top-notch, tip-top, treetop

butterfly leaves

transformation of the cocoon of narrow mindedness!

She’s a monarch...