Boatsful hope

Navigating the Depths of Hope Through Writing

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By Gogo Isolezwe (they/ them) | sangoma, gender anarchist, and pawerent queering life.

I thank god for writing 

For the pages that find me alone and desolate 

For the language that pieces me together on ocean shore 

For the waves that collide in blue and emerald green, 

calling me to the ancestral floor

For what if I step in, slid in, breathed in 

The colony's afternoon delight 

Would I hear the breaths of those who once were connected by blood 

Connected by strife 

Connected by slaves' foreign exchange 

For what becomes of those who never get to see yonder concrete ground 

And the sun sets still 

All that ponders deep within.

I thank god for writing 

For the pages that find me alone and desolate 

With slow hope 

That this ocean will reach the stars once again