By Thato Chuma

There are women

Who have let truth fill their mouths like sunrise


Who have built homes in broken wombs

To mend what is lost

They are daughters

Of storms

Of the burning wind

Of a healing they have kept under their skirts

Under their tongues

These are women

Who have danced to an ancient pain

Of memories passed down like blood

They made a saviour

Out of the love they had for themselves

A deep love for their skin

For their heritage

They are the women

Who have made their songs eternal

By rising beyond their struggles

By making freedom a familiar land.

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