Ubuntu
Fri, 4 May 2007 at 06:02pm
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Hey Sarah, I must say
You look exceptionally fine
Today. What can it be?
New hair? New shoes? Or,
Is it that your daddy
Got his welfare check
And you can eat now like an
Honest woman instead
Of what you normally do?
Yeah, we know all about
What happened at that party
We’re not impressed, Sarah,
Not at all.
My daddy works for a living
And I’m not a whore, you cretins
But why bother? They don’t
Believe in anything I say.
They’ll go on talking
Thinking what they will
I am not a part of this
It’s nothing to do with me.
They make up stories about
A fictional girl; she is not I
Yet I take the brunt
And I get the rep
I don’t deserve it.
I want to stop being Sarah
How hard can it be?
I won’t answer to that name
Sarah is someone else.
You must call me Ubuntu
For I am human. Not a story;
A living, breathing, temptation-
Resisting woman who isn’t
Going to shoot you.
Ubuntu cannot be mocked
Ubuntu is not timid
Ubuntu will hear your insults
But turn again with love.
They can’t hurt me
I am outside of this
Graduation Day: Sarah has died
And Ubuntu is leaving
These days have passed
Those bullies might be dead
For all they matter to me
Yet life continues.
I can do anything with
This new power, if only
I knew what to do. Generations
Of strong women call me out
From the ground
What are you going to do now?
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Ah, nice. Uplifting and clever. Of course, the last stanza really brings everything together in a wonderful way.
Creative and uplifting. plus one.