![]() Jozi GoldA Poem by Joanna Johnson![]() Poem reflective of South Africa, city of Johannesburg "city of gold"![]()
Jozi Styles, Jozi wishes, Jozi Hope, Jozi Gold
... She could, be described as a woman of gold Of beautiful, though deep, brokenness would unfold. In truth many found in her the lines of worry and despair in forms of sickly children and women, shunned and treated unfair Or stories of those who starred down the barrel of a gun. With poli...ticians, eyes full of greed, their mind corrupt. Jozi stood in hope and brokenness, wrapped in a blanket of gold where snow is nonexistent and summer months mark bitter cold and heat beats down on winter days, on her crowded streets and freeways Where her night clubs play kwaito, and homeless youth hide in the day. Brokenness, I say brokenness, that only a true local could have known, One that speaks of hope, a hope that can only be found home-grown. Rich history decorates Jozi's hair, like colorful African braids blue, green, yellow, red, black, colors of the different shades. Telling us of yesterday, when youth fought against the struggle Toyi-toyi protests cut short by bullets, international turmoil televised the struggle legacy left by those who marched, now tossed aside by the Individualized- who dream more of bling-blingin', and not the soul of their generation, nor faith- I've got to get mine! Jozi is disillusioned with the promises made when freedom came in ballots, But despite this and her brokenness, she is not forgotten. Not the most fashionable, nor desired by most, this woman holds true the spirit of struggle and faith, despite her woes, she pursues and triumphs in the form of those who remember, in the streets, throughout the townships, through the hot December. Jozi Styles, Jozi wishes, Jozi Gold town from afar, your brokenness to be replaced by hope. © 2013 Joanna JohnsonReviews
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2 Reviews Added on January 21, 2013 Last Updated on January 21, 2013 Author![]() Joanna JohnsonSan Jose, CAAboutI am a story teller at heart, ever since I was a girl with braids and bad skin. I pursued journalism in college, wrote for newspapers, and ventured into various jobs, but my passion to write stories h.. more..Writing
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