Young Voice from Zimbabwe – Michelle Mutasa
Michelle, who lives in Harrare, has been writing powerful poems from an early age. I will be posting a series of her poems over the next few weeks.
1. Being Part of this Generation
Being part of a lost generation,
and refusing to believe that
i can change the world
i realise maybe this may
be a shock but
happiness comes from within
is a lie and
money will make you happy
so in a couple of years
i will tell my children
they are not the most important
things in my life.
My employers will know that
i have priorities straight work
is more important
once upon a time
i tell you this
family stayed together
but this will not be true
in my era
this is a quick fix society
expects tell me
30ears from now,
i will be celebrating the tenth anniversary of my divorce
i do not concede that
i will live in a country of my own making
in the future
environment destruction will be the norm
no longer can it be said
my peers and i care about this earth
it will be evident that
my generation is apathetic and
it is foolish to presume that
there is hope in humanity
granting the rust his gloomy halo
my lamb remains masked by clouds
darker than the skin of othello
dark he is, with only a name to serve
as his memento
kisses from the daughter of vanity
the sun rises with the son
as they temper with freud’s sanity
but no sun shines in debt to a milestone penalty
endowed with onlys wisdom oath
this only as ambiguous as voices in confession booths
receptive ears to the blackness of a furnished truth.
sacrifices hidden a great distance aloof
to an everlasting garden queue he’ll stand bemused
see celibacy couldn’t prevail such a disease
”oblivious chants, so calls out the deaf”
blind and dumb, deceived
thinking ignorance is likened to bliss
they couldn’t run and catch the impregnated thief.
tasteless desires devour his premises
his fingers are said to account for his blemishes
yet he maintains he will not be betrayed even by a kiss
he initiates the crawl
an infant of the light he opens his tears would call
may cause this soul to fall
3. Intelligence Tablet
There she goes radiance over her aura
the manner of her walk
as she turns the corner
and clones it
owns it like darkness owns its mourner.
Water down the neck as indulges in
orchestrated in precision and the finger of god in her pocket
facet blinding like moses in a hopeless
wilderness playing these puppets
holy grails on the tails of rockets
mended by some trendy lockets
better watch out the ingredients of this
healing come upon the moppets.
”priceless intelligence tablets! We have no money
whimpering fools thinking God can be paid
the ties of their lies analytically unwrapped
like Eyptian mummies
are you gnostic or atheist? teacher or president
vegetarian or salami
food for thought
bitter concoctions make it
hotter than a pot of sunny
4. Show me the bearers of burdens and carry their burdens i will
Show me the bearers of problems,
so i carry their burdens i can.
Show me the hunger-stricken infants and feed them i will.
Show me the blind and i will show them the way,
show me the deaf, i’ll sign for them any day,
show me the burden ridden people,
and carry their burdens i will.
Show me the children with holes in their shoes,
so take theirs and i can give them mine,
show me the child with no school uniform, and live her life i will,
show me the women and child who sleep under the bridge and feed from the bins,
so i can express my selflessness,
i may be helpless but you just show me the bearers of problems,
and carry their burdens i will.
Show me the abandoned infants in orphanages,
so i can trade with them my privileges,
show me the men and women who invest their time and money in taverns
so i can donate them a piece of my mentality.
Show me the victims of rape, murder, abuse and xenophobia,
and let me carry their fear.
Show me the child who unexpectedly got in a gun shoot out quagmire
just outside the school premises,
so i can take back the hands of time,
and wear her shoes as i endure the pain for her,
show me the accident prone, so i can sit in their sits,
and carry their pain in my hands.
Just show me the bearers of problems and carry their burdens i will.
Does God see the hunger stricken kids,
when true history is kept from our children, when illusion reigns,
seeking council from lying leaders?,
and the lady whose homeless and pregnant,
i have sympathy and empathy but no capability,
to express this excessively,
but if you and i could ask God personally,
he will grant me the opportunity to be the bearer of the entire worlds burden.
Just show me the bearers of burdens,
and carry their burdens i will
5. illiterate hearts
I have travelled around the world
and i got the opportunity to come
They love with no condition
care with no doubt
and sympathise with no second thoughts.
Illiterate hearts are placed in the rib cages of people who have been hurt,
they are surrounded with so much love
that it is so ironic due to the bruises
of their soul,
they are carried around by people with hopes,
although they have passed through disappointments before.
Illiterate hearts will neither lead you astray nor throw