I am always thinking.
I wonder who am, or what I am.
I think about the first humans, the first words that we said, the first food that we ate, the first song that we sang, the first time that we saw each other, the very first sister, brother, mother and father.
No one knows where we came from.
I was raised a Christian.
I have no understanding of the resurrection or creation,
I was brought up to pray to a God that I can’t see.
My muma said that he watches over me,
I wondered why he didn’t stop folks abusing me,
I now know that the abuse could have been worse,
Oh yes, life could have been a lot worse for me.
I could have become an underage mother,
so I now know that God was indeed watching over me.
I do think, why do some of God’s children starve and die needlessly,
Half the world live in luxury, some only know misery.
Half the world will only know hardship and tragedy.
This is indeed the world that I live in.
I don’t like this world that I live in,
In my opinion injustice is definitely a sin.
Dorothy Maude