Tsholofelo, My Hope (A tribute to the Asian & African women I have lived with)

How shall I paint your portrait?
In purple, in black, in green...
Passionate and romantic...
Dancing a woman's tango.

Tsholofelo, I see you
primed in blue maid's uniform
serving hot coffee or tea
in locked executive rooms.

in construction work: digging;
chipping boulder's; sweating black;
climbing, laying hollow blocks;
looking sturdy; undaunted.

How shall I paint your bright hope?
In your womb, a child so dear;
Trapped in a world so unfair
Where diamonds are not rare.

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poem by Remedios Nalundasan-Abijan
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