OUR CRIES WERE IN HOPE

By Julius Malah Matete Munthali Names, our embattled faces have been called Taboos, have whipped our cracked hearts in a wounding way Slavery, we have suffered it all in the homes of our dear aunties and uncles In all the ills, we moved on and on In all the valleys, we prayed and prayed But our cries were in hope, and we turned the setbacks into pillows of the dreams we cherish today