I am that girl who was stolen as a baby
In my dreams, I still hear my cries
As I was led to the one to raise me
It was a cry of pain, a cry of betrayal
Through it all, I yearned for justice
She said to me, stop mumbling you silly girl
So I became the quiet crying child
I never had a voice, but I knew I sparkled
I knew it, I knew it, I felt it, I felt it
These were not my people, no!
I searched and looked and wondered
But not once did I ever get an answer
Well, today is a very special day for me, 1 October 2018
Is it the rebirth of a lost Princess?
I saw the star, I said I saw the star
I wear my golden headscarf with pride
As I dance around my house
Like my beautiful mother used to dance
In her long white robe, in those royal courts
Sometimes she wore a beautiful dress of colours
Her long soft black curls dancing in the air with her
I am just happy that I am finally home
Even though I am no longer so little anymore
I am that woman who was named Jean Gasho
Yes Jean Fadzai Gasho was my name
MAYbe Fadzai MAY mean a little
But that was never really my name
All those years, those long painful years
I was made to face all my fears
And stopped from enjoying everything I loved
Some may say keep it Jean, keep the name we pray
Come now woman, you suffered for it
Yes I know, even Tina Turner did
She had to keep the name of her abuser
But I am not Tina Turner, nor do I imitate
Maybe as a reminder, the name remains somewhere
But I wasn’t really Jean after all
I was just Mary
Mary-Tamar
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