Poetry

I am the master of my being

I am the master of my being
I am she queen to all that is I
I am she goddess of the curves that make me a specimen of the motherland
I am a pearl to my nation
Glowing and giving beauty to all who dare come near me
Like the gold in the midst of Kimberly
I am an ever-fixed mark
Like the arch of an uncut diamond
I am a symbol of perfection

I am the master of my being
As I give thanks to my hips as the sway left to right
In a circular motion that tranquillises the man of my land
I give thanks to the arch of my calf as it allows me to stand firm
Keeping my body straight and balanced
I give thanks to my breasts – as they shape my being
Giving wisdom to all who dare look their direction

I am the master of my being
As attentively I listen to the teaching of the wise woman on my land
I look on as they craft beads on the side of the road
As I strive by all to be the best I can be
As I attempt to cross-mountains and struggles thought to be fatal and uncrossable

I am the master of my being
As I craft the do’s and don’ts of how I am going to live my life
As I begin to see where and how to fit myself into the world
As I learn that people are good and others evil
As I contend with the fact that the one I love, may not necessarily love me back
As I give love and get non in return
I learnt that one should be independent
And never rely on another for love
I learnt that it is important to be stern
To get rid of all the rotten potatoes in my life bag

I am the master of my being
As I decide what to do and how to do it
As I step out in heels and decide the path that will lead me to the heavens
As I long to be and go out to do just that

I am the master of my being