My country, the African soil.
Where all the animals,
Gets to toss and toil.

The warmth, the ground.
The different animals
To be found.

The plants and trees
Giving life to all.
From the smallest of zebra's
To the giraffe standing tall.

The African joy
At the setting of the sun.
All the baby animals
Playing, having fun.

I hope you'll one day
Get to see.
All the beauty
South Africa seems to be.

-ZvZ-

Being women

We are women metallic strong,
working hard all day long.

Creating a future we want to have,
dreamed up once from a bubble bath.

We are fierce, yet gentle beings,
we somehow think with our feelings.

We are women, let's scream out loud,
"WE ARE WOMEN AND WE ARE PROUD!"

-ZvZ-

The lonely little green hat boy,
Who sat near the train.
He looked so awfully sad,
And had a face full of pain.

I walked pass him
To get a better glance.
Then he suddenly
Asked me to dance.

I froze and stare
With confusion in my eyes.
Then my mind filled
With a million why's.

His little outstretched arm
Looked like an invitation.
It was absurd,
I can't dance at a train station.

But then I looked closely,
His hand was pointing at the ground.
Where there should be legs,
There was non to be found.

So I couldn't help myself,
I started to cry.
My mind was now filled,
With not a single why.

As I walked on,
I began to joyfully dance.
The boy was now smiling,
As I gave him a last glance.

So the boy without legs,
Was left smiling.
I had both mine,
Why was I crying?

-ZvZ-

I want to take the road less travelled,
I want to run in the dirt,
I want to swim through the ocean,
I want to fly like a bird.

I want to take the road less travelled,
I want to jump out of a plane,
I want to float in a boat,
I want to catch a random train.

I want to take the road less travelled,
I want to climb the highest tree,
I want to dance in a mystical forest,
I want to be inexcusably me.

-ZvZ-

A little more tea Miss? His voice suddenly grasps me back to reality.
His politeness has always been
his best quality.

Yes Jerry, some more tea
will be fine.
I wouldn't say, but lately
I do prefer to drink wine.

His old shaking hand pours just enough, like his butler hand was taught.
Into the finest pink teacups my grandmother once bought.

How I long for my childhood days where I didn't need to sit and drink tea all day.
How I long for the days I was still young and free to play.

Now it's me and my lady like life,
where I'm only allowed to dream about becoming a mother and wife.

-ZvZ-

The day I wished for you to see,
That you were born to be free.
You were created with an Artist's hand,
You were formed from Mighty Breath and sand.

How I long for you to know your worth,
You have been perfect since your birth.
Stop judging an artwork so rare,
And start handling yourself with care.

You know not the beauty that you hold,
You were created to be both brave and bold.
Stand up and don't give an ear,
To all the negative comments born from fear.

-ZvZ-

You see, I have this thing,
Where I'm looking for the one.
Maybe a streetdancer,
Or a preacher's son.

I know not what to expect,
So I dismiss them all.
Thinking he'd be right around the corner,
But instead I walk into a wall.

It is quite tiresome,  not knowing
Who he might be.
I don't enjoy this window shopping,
Although it is free.

I want to commit, and only
To the one.
Knowing you might be a
Prisoners son.

I promise you
I care not for this.
As long as our future is filled
With great happiness.

To be honest, my soul misses
Her mate.
And she's tired depending
On fate.

Waiting, I know,
Is all I can do.
But can't you perhaps trade your
Espadrilles for a running shoe?

-ZvZ-