Somehow We Survive
May 5, 2008
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I found a gem book last night as I waited at Crossing for a ride home. I was browsing at Booksale when my hands touched upon a small paperback about the Apartheid in Africa.
The book brought back a fleeting memory of Ayanda and her story about her brother. I wanted to know more about the Apartheid suddenly. For fifteen bucks, I bought the book and found this poem inside by Dennis Brutus.
Somehow we survive
and tenderness, frustrated, does not wither.
Investigating searchlights rake
our naked unprotected contours;
over our heads the monolithic decalogue
of fascist prohibition glowers
and teeters for a catastrophic fall;
boots club the peeling door.
But somehow we survive
severance, deprivation, loss.
Patrols uncoil along the asphalt dark
hissing their menace to our lives,
most cruel, all our land is scarred with terror,
rendered unlovely and unlovable;
sundered are we and all our passionate surrender
but somehow tenderness survives.
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