I find myself wanting to hold her hand,
yearning to show the world that she is mine.
But they are watching,
I am afraid that they will hurt us for being in love.
I stop myself from running into her
and just showing her how much I really care.
But then I remember how my sisters were killed for loving,
killed for being…
I want to stand on roof tops
and shout she is mine,
shout I love her,
shout she is so beautiful,
shout she completes me,
shout that we were meant to be.
But I am afraid that if they know
they will kill us…
Why is loving her so wrong,
why can’t I show her off to the world as mine?
Why are my brothers so angry at something so beautiful,
something that was created by God.
Why are they disgusted by us loving,
disgusted by us being…
I, too am God’s creation,
I, too was created with love.
I have become an alien in my own planet,
treated like something that doesn’t deserve life.
All I did was to love her,
all I did was show affection to her,
what is it about me being that is so wrong?
We never meant no harm
all we did was to love each other…
and yet to you it has become this thing that is so wrong.
You hate us so much that you have blood in your hands,
You keep killing thinking that someday we will all disappear…
True love is what binds us,
the ones that you have killed live on in us,
the ones that have gone to be with the Father
are still a part of Us
through the memories that we have created.
There is nothing wrong with me loving her…
There is nothing wrong with me just being…
I pray that someday you’ll see me
for the human being that I am
and not for my sexuality.
by Zodwa Nkwinika
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