Generational Curses by Queen Mother

Queen Mother | May 20th, 2022 | poetry | No Comments

Poet Bio

Our children carry war zones on their backs.

Their tongues acting like swords carved with anger, sharpened words and weighted through profanity.

Fingers bruised and nails bitten.
Their hair, carrying secrets and cries from the ether.
Our feet, forming callouses between toes- grudges tightening under our soles.

The body knows the tales our parents forgot to tell us. It morphs our spines into hunchbacks and builds mountains on our shoulders – making way for the silent battle of our ancestors.

These are curses painted in mud between our ribs. Drowning our hearts in tears.

However, an avatar will continue to grace our bloodlines like a tidal wave – cleansing our spirits with potions of majesty.

Where no man’s land occupies our temples, making way for the light again.
For daffodils to bloom from our throats and our backs acting as shields.

Windows to our folklore.

Poet Bio

Mamolefe is a South African Creative that has been envisioning her dreams in sacred hues since the year of 2016. With a deep desire to express her art with the world as well as inform folks about her visions, she has begun her journey as a multifaceted writer and strategist. It has been through these skills that she is able to: speak her truth through creative writing and bleed through her poetry. Invite her into your state of mind as she perfects her art of thinking, writing and most importantly: living.

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