Oh! Lil Missy!
I'm just mixed up and milling…
Tripping over my own feet,
Trying to get your attention…
I'd give you my lungs to breathe,
If only you'd grant me the privilege
To change your surname to Nxumalo, and
Afford me a chance to be the one
Who give you permission to quit reed dance…
I'll bless you with every ounce of blood
In my heart…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem