Posted By Afro-Awesome Guest contributor
On Mar 14, 2017
By MampuruLebo
Some of us are giants living under pitiful shades
We are amused by being safe; half skin in the sun and half shaded by our fears
We run nervously from the big dreams that would stand too wide above our heads
Lest there be no room for the dreams that come back home to die
All dreams and All sunshine in our time?
[God forbid such fullness in our lives]
Alas
Like kids overfed with motherly cautiousness
We justify ourselves on how we only need a little warmth from the sun
How All sunshine and no shade renders the heart’s muscles lethargic
We make peace every rising sun with the sense of pause in our hearts
And like a sky that is fussy with the stars that it can carry on its body
We feel the need to only hope against the world’s tolerance of disappointments
But unbeknownst to the mind that feels safe in the world of halves
We sleep each night in the ache to outgrow the world’s fear
And often ask the heart in weariness
About the truth in folk songs that sing of our ilk
That says we are giants
That giants deserve full sunshine for their hearts
That our hearts need soak in every ray to build its might
And that our hearts deserve even a million more suns for each heartbeat it masters forth
[God save the grass we walk on, ought we Ever stretch too large for our safe borders]
But like sheep never told that there is an endless sky above its head
We bow our hearts in submission
Carefully counting the dreams that can survive with half the sunshine
And keep hope against our faith
For less dreams to come back home to die.
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