They Spoke, But I Went On Poem by Musa Ndhlovu

I have been blamed by many;
Saying I play and break any
Thing that is ahead of me,
They not knowing the truth in me.
I rejoicing to the sound of the
Joy found from a vertically gifted soul.
They not knowing what some say in
The dark makes me to act in
The light, expressing the excitement
Within me, the one that is generated
By you every time when you call
My name. Not to mention the pain
You bring to my ears and chin, not
To mention the part you use your
Lips to touch my lips, your pleasant
Laughter. Need I say more? If yes,
Then I shall wait to be in your mist
And outlay the love in me to you.