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Gratitude

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With infinite gratitude I thank you
For constant companionship
For lifelong relationship
For taking me away on the mother-ship
When the purity of Eden lost its divinity
to a man-made computer chip
For feeding me fruit plucked from the tree of life
For being my super-hero, my conquering dark knight
For taking me from zero to eternal heights
For making me aware of my inner light
For being a tool of liberation
For my brethren & sistren oppressed by “sufferation”
I know your goal is to overthrow defunct rulers
and replace them with multitudes of modern-day Buddhas
With cosmic power to birth new worlds
Through their thoughts & spoken-words
Still I thank you
For awakening the lioness in I’n’I
For teaching me the mind is the true sword of the samurai
That divine love never divides
but always mathematically multiplies
For letting me know that no queen
Should ever submit to the role of concubine
Still I thank you
For spinning vinyls on turning-tables
For emcees spitting on higher levels
For break-dancers rotating 360 degree angles
For beat-boxers booming, for spray-cans bombing
For the lyrical battles, the street hustles
The Babylon struggles
For in your movement I was reborn
Once a lost one in the wilderness
Now a freedom priestess fully-grown
With infinite gratitude I thank you
I thank you hip-hop

Cynthia “Flowchyld” Marangwanda

Featured Poem:

Liberation

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All I want is to be free/the liberation of me
To be released from the prison
That he fashioned for my bondage
After illegally occupying the mansion that houses my spirit
He would go about desecrating my temple
Profaning the sacredness of my body’s internal
Abusing my vessel
Blocking my channel to the light at the end of the tunnel
Keeping me in darkness
Emphasizing my weakness/flaunting his mistress
Damaging my esteem and my being to the point
That I felt powerless
In the name of love I let myself be violated by a narcissist
A terrorist in romantic disguise
He would constantly bomb my body and attack my mind
He would offer me up as a ritual sacrifice at the altar of his ego
To make himself feel macho
Bombing my body/attacking my mind
He waged an unholy war/on everything my womanhood stood for
He was obviously on a mission to reduce me to rubble
Using supreme cruelty and extreme brutality
To induce me to crumble
Sometimes his tactics were subtle
But always designed to leave me feeling very unstable
It was exploitation at the highest level
But it was only possible as long as I stayed ignorant
So it’s no surprise the day this sister achieved enlightenment
Was the same day I began to see visions of freedom
To imagine the reality of a life free from his torture
Daydreams of reclaiming my stolen royalty
Loving myself in totality
Erasing his mistreatment of my beauty
from the sanctuary of memory
Celebrating the infinite power of me
Now strong enough to defend myself from any future attacks of the enemy
Because all I want is to be free
The liberation of me

Cynthia-'Flowchyld'-Marangwanda

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  • Reflection (2)
  • Captivation (4)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (1)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (3)
  • Sadness (1)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (1)

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  1. Wow!Sister you are a prodigious talent and your voice should be heard by the world. I am a fan of your work.You made my day

    Refiloe

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Biography

Cynthia Marangwanda is a Zimbabwean spoken-word poet who identifies herself as a feminist and a creative activist. Her art is rooted in Harare’s vibrant urban culture scene and fueled by the protest sounds of hip-hop and reggae. Her poetry is mainly concerned with themes of identity, emancipation, the deconstruction of oppressive structures, socio-political commentary, individual power, as well as in transformation, all seen through the lens of a twenty-something African feminist.

Cynthia started performing spoken-word in 2008 at Sistaz Open Mic, a show held monthly at the Book Café. She has performed at many other events at the Book Café including the House of Hunger Poetry Slam, 16 Days of Activism Against Gender-Based Violence and the Afro-Slam Poetry Express. Other places she has performed her poetry include the Harare International Festival of the Arts (HIFA), the International Images Film Festival (IIFF), International Women’s Day events as well as appearances in Namibia and Lesotho. Cynthia also co-founded Chimoto! – a platform for fellow emerging performance-artists and urban creative-outreach project in 2010 and she has also worked with Zimbabwe Poets for Human Rights.

Cynthia “Flowchyld” Marangwanda

Cynthia-'Flowchyld'-Marangwanda
Cynthia-'Flowchyld'-Marangwanda

Biography

Cynthia Marangwanda is a Zimbabwean spoken-word poet who identifies herself as a feminist and a creative activist. Her art is rooted in Harare’s vibrant urban culture scene and fueled by the protest sounds of hip-hop and reggae. Her poetry is mainly concerned with themes of identity, emancipation, the deconstruction of oppressive structures, socio-political commentary, individual power, as well as in transformation, all seen through the lens of a twenty-something African feminist.

Cynthia started performing spoken-word in 2008 at Sistaz Open Mic, a show held monthly at the Book Café. She has performed at many other events at the Book Café including the House of Hunger Poetry Slam, 16 Days of Activism Against Gender-Based Violence and the Afro-Slam Poetry Express. Other places she has performed her poetry include the Harare International Festival of the Arts (HIFA), the International Images Film Festival (IIFF), International Women’s Day events as well as appearances in Namibia and Lesotho. Cynthia also co-founded Chimoto! – a platform for fellow emerging performance-artists and urban creative-outreach project in 2010 and she has also worked with Zimbabwe Poets for Human Rights.

Gratitude

Enlarge poem

With infinite gratitude I thank you
For constant companionship
For lifelong relationship
For taking me away on the mother-ship
When the purity of Eden lost its divinity
to a man-made computer chip
For feeding me fruit plucked from the tree of life
For being my super-hero, my conquering dark knight
For taking me from zero to eternal heights
For making me aware of my inner light
For being a tool of liberation
For my brethren & sistren oppressed by “sufferation”
I know your goal is to overthrow defunct rulers
and replace them with multitudes of modern-day Buddhas
With cosmic power to birth new worlds
Through their thoughts & spoken-words
Still I thank you
For awakening the lioness in I’n’I
For teaching me the mind is the true sword of the samurai
That divine love never divides
but always mathematically multiplies
For letting me know that no queen
Should ever submit to the role of concubine
Still I thank you
For spinning vinyls on turning-tables
For emcees spitting on higher levels
For break-dancers rotating 360 degree angles
For beat-boxers booming, for spray-cans bombing
For the lyrical battles, the street hustles
The Babylon struggles
For in your movement I was reborn
Once a lost one in the wilderness
Now a freedom priestess fully-grown
With infinite gratitude I thank you
I thank you hip-hop

Featured Poem:

Liberation

Enlarge poem

All I want is to be free/the liberation of me
To be released from the prison
That he fashioned for my bondage
After illegally occupying the mansion that houses my spirit
He would go about desecrating my temple
Profaning the sacredness of my body’s internal
Abusing my vessel
Blocking my channel to the light at the end of the tunnel
Keeping me in darkness
Emphasizing my weakness/flaunting his mistress
Damaging my esteem and my being to the point
That I felt powerless
In the name of love I let myself be violated by a narcissist
A terrorist in romantic disguise
He would constantly bomb my body and attack my mind
He would offer me up as a ritual sacrifice at the altar of his ego
To make himself feel macho
Bombing my body/attacking my mind
He waged an unholy war/on everything my womanhood stood for
He was obviously on a mission to reduce me to rubble
Using supreme cruelty and extreme brutality
To induce me to crumble
Sometimes his tactics were subtle
But always designed to leave me feeling very unstable
It was exploitation at the highest level
But it was only possible as long as I stayed ignorant
So it’s no surprise the day this sister achieved enlightenment
Was the same day I began to see visions of freedom
To imagine the reality of a life free from his torture
Daydreams of reclaiming my stolen royalty
Loving myself in totality
Erasing his mistreatment of my beauty
from the sanctuary of memory
Celebrating the infinite power of me
Now strong enough to defend myself from any future attacks of the enemy
Because all I want is to be free
The liberation of me

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (3)
  • Pride (2)
  • Optimism (3)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (4)
  • Reflection (2)
  • Captivation (4)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (1)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (3)
  • Sadness (1)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (1)

Gratitude

Enlarge poem

With infinite gratitude I thank you
For constant companionship
For lifelong relationship
For taking me away on the mother-ship
When the purity of Eden lost its divinity
to a man-made computer chip
For feeding me fruit plucked from the tree of life
For being my super-hero, my conquering dark knight
For taking me from zero to eternal heights
For making me aware of my inner light
For being a tool of liberation
For my brethren & sistren oppressed by “sufferation”
I know your goal is to overthrow defunct rulers
and replace them with multitudes of modern-day Buddhas
With cosmic power to birth new worlds
Through their thoughts & spoken-words
Still I thank you
For awakening the lioness in I’n’I
For teaching me the mind is the true sword of the samurai
That divine love never divides
but always mathematically multiplies
For letting me know that no queen
Should ever submit to the role of concubine
Still I thank you
For spinning vinyls on turning-tables
For emcees spitting on higher levels
For break-dancers rotating 360 degree angles
For beat-boxers booming, for spray-cans bombing
For the lyrical battles, the street hustles
The Babylon struggles
For in your movement I was reborn
Once a lost one in the wilderness
Now a freedom priestess fully-grown
With infinite gratitude I thank you
I thank you hip-hop

Comments

  1. Wow!Sister you are a prodigious talent and your voice should be heard by the world. I am a fan of your work.You made my day

    Refiloe

Your email address will not be published.