A Love Letter To Myself

Still learning to find who it is I see when I look in the mirror.
Still learning to find meaning in failure and success.
Still learning to say my name in a kinder way.
Still learning to taste what my mother tongue really is like in my mouth when I talk to my grandfather and the guiding lights before him.

I’m sometimes broken to pieces by the way I speak to myself.
I need to breathe more. Smile more.
To find the octave in which my soul expresses empathy.
I forget sometimes.

By Frank Malaba



Published by: Frank Malaba

Frank Malaba is an actor, playwright and a published poet. He was born in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe and currently resides in Cape Town, South Africa. He has performed on stage and television in both countries. He has a passion for using poetry, storytelling and theatre as a method of healing for both himself and others. His poetry has been presented both at home and abroad. Frank is currently developing a two-man play entitled “Broken Pathways” which will be touring internationally. In 2014 Frank was recognised by Mail & Guardian's 200 Young South Africans as an Achiever in the category of Arts & Culture.

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