Life track Race
To the World of the abused
Life Track Race
I run fast
Like a sprinter
I’ve practiced my speed back when had to run for my life as he who abused us thought had won.
I get first Place.
I’ve mastered my final destination is where peace was so teary i won the race.
I jump high, cs I’ve jumped high yards nd streams screaming for help
I throw far
And
Soft not only javelin, discuss and short put but stones, utensils and steels to save him for reaching
Her soul.
I get first, I’ve mastered my final destination is where peace was so teary i won the race.
I jump with
Joy, and have
Tears of joy. This is victory not for the competition race but for freedom from abuse!
The crowd cheers, not only on the race track but the neighbors.
I smile and wave, not only to the fans but family and friends
My self is
Proud of me and so is my parents. Not both of them but her as a mother, father and a survivor.
The coach pats
Me on the
Back and says
good job!
Reminds me of the day God taped me and said: “you’re not alone”
My friends tell
Me good job
And I smile
With happiness.
Happiness of Victory from the race and the rage race of my life!!!
I have won the race!
By: Aneliswa Ntaka
(2014)
The poem is based on the childhood of an achieving athlete who shares her testimony with the World by using her passion, Sport.
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