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Ansisters Event August 2005

patterns

Detail from the performance 'Patterns Outside My Head' by Janine Lewis, Rantebeng Makapan and Bonisile Nxumalo. As part of the FACE Ansisters 2005 event, Constitution Hill, Johannesburg.

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links... : inspiration : 20


  1. call to action
  2. shush now
  3. poetry
  4. schmidt's clicks
  5. seed persons
  6. hearing visions
  7. mother
  8. gebreekte snaar
  9. voorgevoelens
  10. halssnoer
  11. DNA
  12. Uexküll's spider web
  13. first mothers
  14. clay and plaster
  15. these hands
  16. con hill
  17. you shine
  18. ladybird
  19. Hymn to Her
  20. For our children
  21. ...

 

For our children Or else?

I'd like to be free to be...
I want to be free to be with everyone
I choose to be free with
Not only those that are like you
But i'd like to be free to be!
Cause i'm the world...
I am for the world...
 
I'd like to hear children say
I've got the world...
And it's smiling back... its shining back...
 
I'd like to hear them say
Its shine is reflective of our ancient pillars
I’d like to hear the magic of music
that is born from their fingers
I’d like to hear these my chldren
Speak loud of the bones of memory and fertility
These are the ones who continue to say
Change the bad news and free freedom...
Even though i pray for change and green,
somma these freedoms are not free
So i am gonna keep on working to drop the guns,
the lies... and lift these lives...
 
So live with me...
Be with me like you would with a daughter,
Live with me like you would with the sun and man,
with the stars and the rain
Stay with me in harmony like you would
with the seas and the skies above.
 
Allow me to praise with eulogies those whose lips,
minds and bones continue to lift me
I'd like them to know that a smile too can be still raised...
That a fist too can still be raised...
Not to harm by to anchor
Because i'm for the world
and the universe is saying change the bad news...
Fill your lifeless hands with love...
Break the unequal and uneven tone when you speak to me
when you speak of me
Do not speak for me!
Lift your mind and not your gun...
Lift a smile and not a grin...
 
I see young women touch their bellies in hope,
They scream
They cry
They dance
They sing
Saying
Kingdom come
Kingdom come down and raise my child...
They dream of a better manifestation of their race again,
no more rage...

by Natalia Molebatsi, writer and poet

Posted 26 June 2005, www.face.org.za, author: Natalia Molebatsi.

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