Used to be The growl of my anger Was always louder than the growl of my stomach But not today He looks at me in fear and wonder This stranger at the terminus, must be thinking, why is she so angry is she that hungry? My stomach was shaming me. I smile in apology I'm just tired, I suppose But I'm truly just hungry, I know Used to be A working woman could eat Used to be A working woman could sustain herself Used to be A working woman never got into stupid fights with strangers Just for the reason they were eating and she hadn't in almost a whole day Used to be Usisi osebenzayo (a working woman) Would better spend her daydreams on futures of success instead of a good meal Okay 'a good meal' was too much dreaming "Maybe just some bread" All that was gone now What used to be had changed. What is, is her hunger equaling to her anger. It’s the scraping at her stomach Leaving a hot and acid pain in her tummy Making her wish she didn't have a bloody stomach The uncontainable panicked confusion of her mind As her brain tries to reason out why the body is going for so long, unfed The rising rage of emotion as she tries to convince herself to be at peace with the lack in her stomach The hot anger that arises when she thinks how It used to be at such moments she would go buy a scone Oh wait, all that used to be, is gone. We are talking about now. Now, Going home She remembers The day she spent trying to not look at others eat And anticipates The night she'll spend Try to find sleep After a supper that's Too ugly, too small, too unsatisfying To wash from memory the past day's hunger Tomorrow she wouldn't go to work How could she manage to So hungry I mean working all day without sustenance But not going would mean being fired Sitting at home to starve To watch children turn from thin and scrawny to just ribs and bone One works, one can't eat, Nor can her family, her kids, Used to be She could feed them just cause she worked All that's gone now Click on the file below to listen to Zolisa reading her poem:
Zolisa Gumede is a Zimbabwean poet and story writer from the city of Bulawayo. She is driven by a passion for giving life to stories that speak for the lives of everyday heroes, the marginalized and all human beings, for we all need a witness to our lives. She loves a good laugh and a good story.
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