A Poem by Dr Rebecca Malope

The Hand ” Jehovah, my God, I bring myself before your face.I am on my knees;looking down.I’m hiding my face like this, I’m horrified, Lord.I’m horrified by the work of our hands.I am horrified by the evil that our hands do everyday. Today my heavenly Lord, I bow down, praying to You.Please, Father, let meContinue reading “A Poem by Dr Rebecca Malope”

The controversy of A WOMAN (Poem)

A woman.Born to lead the world but settled for a second place.Born to birth children; nurture and teach them.But settled to share the responsibility with a man.Born to teach a man how to behave.But settled to be taught by a man on how to behave.Born powerful, resilient, and strategic.But allowed a man to control herContinue reading “The controversy of A WOMAN (Poem)”

Self-chained Generation (Poem)

We write messages that brains refuse to read.We create real pictures that eyes refuse to see.We speak from silenced lips.Because in empty spaces, we seek. Our limbs are running numb.We’re running to seek the truth in hidden lies.In darkness, we’re intertwined with blanks.Because what is is not for our lamps. Many times we are voiceless.OurContinue reading “Self-chained Generation (Poem)”


We stood in the queues,in line, waiting.Some of us stood for something,while some stood for nothing.Some of us stood voluntarily,while some were forced,because their hopes to full life were destroyed.But we all stood in the queues, in line, waiting. We stood in the queues,in line, waiting.Some of us stood to vote because it’s our right,while someContinue reading “WE ALL STOOD (Poem)”

Real Fathers (Poem)

Fathers who protect their children deserve appreciation.These are gatherers of food who fend off starvation.Fees are paid in full; there’s never depreciation.Daughters and toddlers are safe under their nation. They prove that their children come first.Payroll to payload, they’re there to play their verse.Main role, second role, they’re there to nurse.Male role, great role, theyContinue reading “Real Fathers (Poem)”

Climb that Mountain (Poem)

Climb that Mountain There is a mountain placed before us.It’s wide, big; high above the clouds.With no way around it;no choice about it.Just to climb it,even through low sighs. Some mountains, we choose.Often those that we pursueare easy to climb.They leave no bruise;we step on them like crumbs.No sweat, no fuse.But also no valuable lesson.JustContinue reading “Climb that Mountain (Poem)”