Locked behind closed doors, the insanity within arose.
The imbalance of life questioned. I am no philosopher
Or scientist but I insist that my problems had solutions, a
New world formed due to unprecedent circumstances.
Bound by laws and statements by humans suffering from anxiety, I froze.
We were all blind, although we could see color, we could not see death.
Turned on the flight or fright mode. I decided to paint my wrist red, my
Soul left my body and flew with birds as the sang a song of despair.
Zulu Masuku was born and raised in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe. She is 20 years of age and her journey in writing began two years ago. Her first poem was published this year on Women’s Day in Enthuse, a Harare based magazine. She is currently in the process of publishing her first poetry collection. Her stage name is “Iyana’’ meaning rain in isiZulu. Zulu has recently ventured into writing short stories and believes in sharing thoughts with others so that they feel a sense of comfort from her poetry.