Today I almost bent, bent to the will of another.
Today I almost sold my soul, all for the price of a comfy home and a garden.
Today I almost lied, lied to further perpetuate that which is considered normal.
Today I should have walked away, I almost got caught up in a dream.
I am Mansa Nangi,
First of her kind and the only one.
Nations have been named after me and so will be,
But I do not need a second to be immortal.
For remember, my fate was long forged in the Mashovhele valley,
Where voices were heard in the deepest of pools…
My name was called and sanctified!
I was deemed enough and worthy as is,
And it is time I believe that.
I renounce the use of “You need this and that to be complete”,
Who said I wasn’t born whole?
For I was born by candle light in the longest, coldest winter night,
Saved by the hand that fed me and taught me to be.
Even if she forgot, I was not born to bend!
If I do bend, I will resent not you, but myself.
I cannot lie because that comes with expectations and I owe no one nothing.
My life is mine, Melody is mine and mine alone.
If you ever get to share in the dance, consider yourself blessed.
For I will birth fire, and it shall not be thwarted by mere mortals.
It will bath in waterfalls and make humanity fall to their knees.
For hers is to never be forgotten.
But try me once more… And you will not forget me.
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