Weep With Me by Bonsile Kunene

Today I acknowledge that I am a fallible being.
Susceptible to error and imperfection.
Today I am enshrouded in the colour of the night.
From my face, a thick vail of sorrow hangs.
Remove me from the stares of my foes for they shall rejoice in my fall.
Where my heart once palpated with passion is an abyss of throbbing, crippling sense of injustice.
Fairness lives.
In fairytales.
Justice is indeed blind.
Today I mourn for the violent crashing of a long carried dream.
Today I weep bitterly for the loss of a baby who did not see the dawning of a new day.
She did not stand a chance against the giants who were already up in arms in a warfare preset in her preconception.
They staked claim of her innocence long before she gasped in oxygen.
They stalked in the stealth of the night,
Their beady, greedy eyes darting lustfully over her pristine form.
They devoured her whole, the moment she crowned.
For they hoped her light might remove their black.
Today I down my armour.
Flail your flags half-mast and weep with me.
Down your arsenal and halt your armada.
Take a moment and mourn her fall.
I will be strong tomorrow.
I will get back into the thick of it tomorrow.
I shall rise like a phoenix.
But first,
I must burn.
© Bonsile Kunene 2016