I Am Not My Own

by Gerry Sikazwe / July 9th, 2017

I am not my own,
For I had nothing to do with my existence,
I was merely a thought mercifully conceived in the creator’s mind.

I am not my own,
For I did not design nor decide what skin dark or bright to permanently wear,
I was clothed in black/brown earth following the potter’s careful image.

I am not my own,
I am nature’s because I swing on icy strings tied around its hands,
I am my land’s as my existence is the extension of its love,
Not my own, never my own.

Gerry Sikazwe is currently a student at the University of Zambia studying for a Bachelors degree in Adult Education. He manages his poetry page on Facebook, and his poems have been featured on Africanwriter.com and Mshikamano.com Read other articles by Gerry.

This article was posted on Sunday, July 9th, 2017 at 8:02am and is filed under General, Poetry.