Waiting For Rain Poem by Angela Bontle Ditumiso

I would hold out my open palms
Trying to catch snow flakes of success
But I'd miss

I'd go to church
Fall to my knees with tears
In my eyes
Words marching upward
Then wonder, did my father
In heaven die on me
Like the woman who carried me to term did

I would strip myself naked
Think I'd rouse the future
But I'm not her type
And she's gay with someone who's not me

I called myself Joseph
Thinking,maybe God will remember me
Am I forgettable
Alzheimer's, have I been wiped from memory

"My future had been a wasteland"
My future had been hopeless
Had a degree to my name
But it was worth mold

Do you know how it is
To beg, not pray
But beg for breakthrough
I do
I begged until I gave up
But listen

Sometimes we are not getting anywhere
Because we don't know
The power we possess
"Ask you shall be given"
Cultivate faith and you shall reap

I was a dead man
Walking to church
Like mourners on a Saturday
Going to the cemetery
It wasn't home yet
It had never been home
Until it did
And then, everything fell into place

I've hungered for these days
When the sun avails itself
I've always wanted this
And all I had to do to get it
Was to chase God
Not success
I've starved myself for this
If only I had known
That faith is the key
To every door I'm to open