Call each and every ugly part of me
Until there is none left for me to cling to
Until they are no longer mine to carry
Free to be of what I am made.
I dedicate this poem to those who have called my ugly; and in so doing have awakened me to my humility; my true calling. From the time that we are born our lives are abundant with gifts. Let us not allow others to misname them. Our work is to learn to be thankful for each one.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2016.