WINNIE

Winnie            
Daughter of a teacher
Whose son of a chief
I come from good stock
My grandmother always told me
These nations I would rock
To its core
Of apartheid
They can’t hide
Their faces
Of evil
I’ll forever be a rival
Of injustice and upheaval
Soul stained
Of public opinion
You think you can hold me down?
With schisms of schemes
I’ll climb mountainous stairs of snares
And stares
Whispers of how I am not longer fit
To birth this nation
One I laid in lamentations
Travail for 27 years?
You think you can retrieve
My rings of royalty
I am Queen
Destined to reign this side or the next
For now I can rest
Of my study of war
My love endured
Aching, ailin’ waned
Doing the Master’s work
While doing my master’s work
We won
At a dear price
Petrol soaked
Keeping pickaninnies on the role
Playing their role
We won
Our bond remained true
Made your vision came true
So I wasn’t ensued
With rage and fear
To hear that public denouncement from peers
To separate
We’ve been separate, separated 27 years
Separate
Make no mistake
I’ll humbly grant his wish
Though the work is not finished
Our universal democracy
Not like the crooked western cities
True equality
For Africans just like me
Winnie