A Poem
By Nomthandazo Nxabela
I love that,
Slick coil,
Tightly curling
Black shine;
Bouncing off from my soul
That,
Coarse struggle
Evident;
When drowned in water.
And her resilience
Still Standing
When stretched to breaking point.
I love that,
Slick coil,
Tightly curling
Black shine;
Bouncing off from my soul
That,
Coarse struggle
Evident;
When drowned in water.
And her resilience
Still Standing
When stretched to breaking point.