This Skirt Has A Grace About It Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

So you say they will not accept me as leader,
They will not listen when I give out the orders,
Tell them they have another thought coming,
For this skirt has the grace of queens.

I wear this joy in my heart not on my clothes,
I rule with power not with one shot here and one there,
My guns are not fired from under a bed, but on it.
For I fear no wizard and wait for no witch,

My incantations are as old as mercy itself,
I say them over and over like a broken record,
Turning to the tune of the first gramophone,
Invented at a time when music was born.

Tell the team I put the record in there,
And everybody dances for the tune is wild,
I rule with the shoulders of a swimmer,
That has done the backstroke on her shoulders,
To the amazement of the world.

For this reason I will see the work through,
And land on the other side a winner,
Of all the hearts that have doubt,
For they have never known this truth,
This skirt has a grace about it,
That defeats all doubt and creates the joy,
Of a team tied to its hem by fate.