I light this candle
And say a prayer;
I light this candle Because we were not there,
(I'm sorry)
Zoliswa, Zoliswa; your flame alight
Zoliswa, Zoliswa; we lost you to this fight
On a bed of roses you were forced to lie
And it's on this bed of thorns,
Silently, and violently
they watched you die.
Quietly your father stood,
at the back door Watching in fear;
Saying he could do no more,
To stop the fists of rage
From pounding you into the floor.
His ignorance sealed your coffin
Into another gaping hate sore
love is patient
love is kind
it is not easily angered
and it is not blind
it has no fear,
it always protects and
its always near
twenty against one
forty feet kicking
twenty men against one woman,
forty fists punching
twenty straight men against one lesbian
twenty bodies of ignorance versus one body of understanding
silence;
an accomplice to this crime
apathy;
co-conspirators to this atrocity
forty legs kicking without opposition
is a community of legs kicking
and by this I mean
the township, as it currently stands,
is no place for gays and lesbians.
And no place for this kind of love.
Posted by Vanessa to MOVEMENT INSTEAD OF JUDGEMENT at 25/4/07 4:30 PM
Acknowledged by Mmapaseka "Steve" Letsike
hey, i was horrified by what happened to Zoliswa, i didnt know her and about her death, but i saw her coffin, as i was at the cemetery that day to burry my friend's brother. when i saw a bunch of lesbos, i knew something was wrong, then when i got home i asked my sister about it, she said it was published in Vukani the cape town townships paper, so i read, and i cried inside, thinking i could be next, what am supposed to do now.Thanx for wrting this, it kinda opened healing wounds.
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