I felt like writing you a poem

I…I was told you did’nt believe I existed
Somewhere inside my eardrum a voice balanced against all other sound and I thought I heard something say you could easily deny me

I think I’m hearing myself saying that it is cold for you to see me here
I feel you are saying this; your eyes are spitting this

I am left unknowing, in reality’s abundance that you could violently undo my unique shape; untangle my strongest inner fibre & twist my life’s circuit dead.
I was told you did not believe I existed on earth’s shared home, and yet I walked beside you all these free-spirited years with our souls washing in the same religion; the same dream that binds our term of longevity, you forgot about.

I am told that you think I don’t live below this free, fine blue sky, even when notes on angelic white paper fly on air dispersing a seedy message that I am.

When I heard that you bellowed with hate & disbelief that I exist, my untimely hands un-redundantly heard it fit to fit you on this earthly, sane poem to tell you that I do.
I felt like writing you a piece from my peace that could reach you faster than the feet of my heart; louder than the voice of our God & truer than what I thought I was told.

I was told you did’nt believe I exist.

By Nomfusi Xinindlu

A Sunday World Publication
The collection: Whispers of the Day & Monologues of Today