Is it a wonder then,
With the mind tied
To the bridges of the past,
That dear Hope died
Long before the Future
Could even its stone cast?
A tentative creative that hopes to hail as a published poet in the days to come. South African from the uterus to our current date. A lower-middle class working class hero, working the salt mine.
Who we are is in constant flux, but she likes to consider herself lamentably human.