Melisa Peter

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Melisa Peter is a performing artist and writer born and bred in Cape Town. She is a registered student at the University of Cape Town, pursuing a Diploma in Theater, Dance, and Performance, and specializing in Directing. Melisa Peter started writing and performing poetry in primary levels of education, presumably at the age of 11. She grew fonder of writing and used to be appointed to go out and represent the school during arts functions and occasions. People’s awe-inspiring commentaries and assenting responses are ones that motivated her to begin to want to nurture her talent. Her writing is about everyday life experiences, no precise approach nor thesis. When inspiration strikes, she writes. When an opportunity arises, she performs. Her biggest aspiration is to write stories that can impact change in societies, to inspire, to education, and to heal through the arts. After graduating at the Cape Peninsula University of Technology Cape as a Dental Assistant, she then enrolled at Waterfront Theater School, which offered her a 4-year Full-Time Course in Musical Theatre, Dance Theater Tap, Ballet, Modern Contemporary, Jazz Dance, and Acting where she graduated through 'Licentiate of Trinity College London 'Diploma in teaching Speech and Drama. Coming from a dental profession to the performing arts, she believes her audience has now become her patients. She writes to touch lives and to heal. I study at waterfront theatre svhool)

The Best Poem Of Melisa Peter

Sing A Song To A Black Woman

They brought you to a new world on a slave ship,
Deprived you from the inheritent right to be the beautiful formation that God decreed you to be,
To resemble as a thrall, they undressed your tongue,
Hijacked your garments, rags and feathers,
To loom as a scapegoat, they crushed and trussed and enslaved you,
Yet, you disposed like a rock,
In the field of dawn,
Blowy weathers, fiery boiling sunrise beating you down,
You never threw the towel,
For you are a black woman,
My pretty black woman,
Sing a song to a black woman,


You curved your spine to make those floors shine,
Rolled up your arms to make those pots smile,
Water sources far from village,
I witnessed you cruising for hours,
Dry, rusty, dull, bare feet with cracks,
Walking long distance,
Everyday, everynight for hours,
Same instant, a bucket of fifty pounds on your head,
An angelic bundle on your back,
An unbearable pain when you bend,
Harvest of detrimental haleness, hideousness, athriticit diseases, miscarriages,
You took chances, for you had no choices,
Sing a song to a black woman


Early to bed and early to rise,
Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise,
I watched you flip those bedspreads,
Bridging green lands,
Smokiness, frostiness,
Snow cementing your head, feet and hands,
It is cold,
I know you're cold,
So, from a distance I pray,
'Woman, be strong, no need to scold',


Forehead facing forest for firewood,
Family folding flibbers,
Mama will come and make us food,
Walking with no company, alone,
Exposed to rape, violent offense,
Mama, you're on your own,
You prayed to God, you did not moan,
For you are a black woman,
My pretty black woman,
Sing a song to a black woman,


They slayed you like a goat,
They tied your children in chains,
Sold them away like chickens,
You stood there, acted bold, yet cold,
Deep inside, you're sobbing, the pain is hidden,
No one by you, father long bolted in prison,


You threw you fists in a sign of solidarity in the struggle,
Thus, I'm worried about societies that find a little to praise about you,



You do not need an expensive birthday present to make your child feel pleasant,
Your massive heart, your time, your presence are bigger than heavens,


Wear your hair natural as a political dictum or a compliance of self-love,
Your complexion is a gift from above,
Rinse the mud from your hair, for that's not what makes you beautiful,
Flaunt your afro-chic sartorial taste,
Tone those biceps, take good care of your tiny waist,
Do not powder your face,
You're beautiful!
No fake nails,
Mama, you're beautiful!
No curled weave,
You're beautiful,
Your skin exhibits the beauty of the moon,
You're beautiful.
Your teeth to twin the beautiful black skin
Sing a song to a black woman!
Sing a song to a black woman!

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