she‘s a township Black--
this girl that sings
straight-black her hairdo
crossing
eyes that smile
sharp, like crystal clear
her voice cuts water
shreds, sorrowed
by each slash
around my heart
tears form their glow
a sadness
wrenched, indelible
on my tender mind
As I listened to a young girl sing (she comes from a disadvantaged South African community) and I prayed someone would hear her; enable her to realize her dream. No words I can write, can do her honour; knowing life's conditions she will continue to battle each day. Perhaps . . . just perhaps . . . her dream will come true.