After a month of soul searching
Trying to find my story
My face came out covered
In beautiful words.
Words that flowed down the mountains
Curved like songs
Yet deeper and shallow.

Words that were born in the heart of Limpopo
Groomed by the dusty gravel road
Only to be taken to the mother city
And there,
The ink became bolder

I Am Poetry
I Am Industrial Engineering
I Am Fashion Modelling
I Am Mathematics
I Am… DD