
Bianca Hendicott

The other mother
If you keep us as servants.
We will raise your children
With love,
We will educate them in warm hands
Until their minds burn.
So when you think us passive and domestic …
Remember …
We are the quiet revolution.
We are the silent teachers.
We are the other mothers.
Written for Miriam Jumama Zondi

Origami Dreams
Excuse me Mr
You’re sitting on my
Origami dreams.
You’ve squashed them flat
With your big squat self.
Paper crumples under
Your weight.
You could have warned me
You know –
When I was building them
That words are heavy.
Tell me,
Did they make you angry
My intricate paper origami?
If only I’d known
I’d have built
A fleet of paper aeroplanes.
This time Mr …
I’ve had enough
This time Mr …
You’ve torn out pages!
And besides,
I’m not your paper doll.
Origami Dreams
Excuse me Mr
You’re sitting on my
Origami dreams.
You’ve squashed them flat
With your big squat self.
Paper crumples under
Your weight.
You could have warned me
You know –
When I was building them
That words are heavy.
Tell me,
Did they make you angry
My intricate paper origami?
If only I’d known
I’d have built
A fleet of paper aeroplanes.
This time Mr …
I’ve had enough
This time Mr …
You’ve torn out pages!
And besides,
I’m not your paper doll.
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