#weremember
We screamed to be heard, marched to express our rage. To bleed with our fallen sisters, for I am her, and she is me. We all lived each other’s suffering.
The dust has settled now, quiet returned.
Yet I still can’t breath. I am still not safe.
I cry silently for my country. I no longer connect to her. My love and pride is only filled with disappointment. She has left me sad, and empty and afraid.
My son asked me, “Why do you refer to South Africa as a she?” I look at him dumbstruck, he continues, “Perhaps SHE has always been a HE!”
This realization is hard to swallow.
This... scares me half to death.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 12:22 AM UTC
We remember the pain but not the happiness.
We remember the results but not the struggle behind that.
We remember the worst but not the best moment.
We remember the adulthood but not the puerility!!
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 10:36 AM UTC