I am Not My Own

I am not my own,

For I had nothing to do with my existence,

I was merely a thought mercifully conceived in the creator’s mind.

I am not my own,

For I did not design nor decide what skin dark or bright to permanently wear,

I was clothed in black earth following the potter’s careful image.

I am not my own,

I am nature’s because I swing on icy strings tied around its hands,

I am my land’s as my existence is the extension of its love,

Not my own, never my own.

Gerry Sikazwe