Sarah Mkhonza Biography

It was raining blows.
It was mincing words.
It was bouncing on me.
It was grinding me.
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I sit at the end of the yard
I see the true end of the string
Long, winding it goes
Leading my thoughts through the needle
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I didn't know that
tombstones are greedy.
I came to talk to you,
and they all looked at me,
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The call has been sounded,
yet we swing from pillar to post.

The sounding of the call astounds
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Keeping my foot on the pedal has to
be done to keep this bike
on the path.
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