Three Poems by Cathrine Chidawanyika

  1. Class Dismissed

    I forget how many have lost themselves
    When they crashed against my jagged edges
    They figured they were sailors
    Until they floundered in the sea that is me 

    I’ve lost count of all who tried to build here
    Wanting to tame my wild into domesticity
    What a lesson in futility
    Class dismissed

  2. Cycles

    I am my own ancestor
    Reliving past traumas
    All from my many lives
    While chasing rainbows

    My past
    My present
    Both running concurrently
    And I try and try
    To stick to one timeline

    But being human comes with powers
    We live many lives at once
    Live and relive 
    The joys and pain

    But power isn’t strength
    Power is raw, unbridled
    Strength is quiet, insistent
    And I need both if I’m to make it
  • What of the celebrations?

    Do you remember the full moons,
    You know,
    Back in the village
    When village was not a synonym for poor?

    Do you remember
    When they sat at your feet,
    Drinking your wisdom for the ages
    Taking in the very power
    Of your presence?

    Do you remember the joy,
    The joy of someone dancing around you,
    Someone basking in the light of your being,
    Back when we still danced,
    or basked,
    Or shined,
    As in being holy?

    Do you remember the prayers,
    The desperate and cloying prayers
    Of men who thought they were gods,
    Who had an inkling of being worshipped before?
    Oh, how they prayed,
    They prayed until they wanted to be you,
    To be worshipped,
    And they convinced you
    You were less than
    And you believed,
    Because you believed their silly little prayers!

    What god doesn’t believe her own power,
    What god needs to be convinced,
    And how long does it take to get back,
    Because we’re all waiting,
    2 ‘bruary ’19