You asked me about my homeland, But I refused to tell you. The confinement of words is not enough to express the tangible freedom this city radiates. You know what they say, seeing is believing. So accompany to Devil's Peak where the smoke of perseverance will fill our lungs and clear our heads. Let me take you to the beach where the smell of inequality and segregation still lingers in the air. Let us stand atop Lion's Head, listening to the long forgotten roars of triumph from moments passed. We'll take the Red Bus and discover so many wonderfull places. You wouldn't be able to resist falling in love with this city. Let us stand atop Table Mountain, taking in the beauty this city has to offer, breathing in the smell of fynbos. We'll leap with the springboks, Hunt with the lions, And paint the sky with the Blue Cranes. We'll look back on 1994 and relish in the improvement this city has undergone. The lights of the city burn bright when the sun sets. It will always lead us back home. Lastly, come with me to District Six, where the houses represents just how much of a Rainbow nation we are.
This is South Africa. This is Cape Town. This is freedom.
This poem was written about my home, Cape Town, South Africa, for Heritage Day.
As I stand and look at the mirror, I wonder, what challenges life will throw at me. I think on what danger could happen . With my mind at peace and my heart at rest, I take each day step by step. I know that one day I will be rid of my nightmares and know that it can be possible for me to change something fantastic in life. but for now, I just keep looking in the mirror and wondering.
ever thought about what could happen.... ever Wondered how you could change something... take the time to look at a mirror and wonder....