May 2022
The Creative Writing Workshops at Cissie Gool House, curated by Delia Meyer, ended on 14 May. The stories and poems were presented by the participants at a reading session to a small audience on the last day of the project. The stories were produced in pdf under the title “Building Blocks”. The Commons Team has decided to support a booklet publication of the stories and is in communication with HBF in this regard. The writers of the stories have agreed to have their work in this publication. Delia Meyer has described the process as follows:
In facilitating the process of the writing of these stories, we embarked on a journey to discover the writer within, and the story. We focused on one story in the lives of the women that spoke to the crux of their experience during a poignant time in their lives. We used the theme of “Homecoming” and explored what it means to each of us. Out of this came a sense of courage and of hope. The women are bilingual, these stories are written in English. In editing, I did not correct grammar excessively, but rather tried to ensure that the rhythm and sound of the women’s authentic voices could be “heard” in the reading and that their chosen words remained unchanged.
The Need to Be
To feel the need to be who I am in this world is all I ask.
I can’t pretend to be something that I’m not.
I walk away a mask.
Will you touch my heart?
with the understanding that it takes to realize
that I can’t play a part.
I got this need to be true to myself and make my own mistakes.
I don’t want to lean on someone else no matter what it takes.
I am nobody’s fool.
I can be the master of my faith,
but it’s up to me to choose my role in life no matter what it takes,
there’s a need to be something more than just a reflection of a man.
I can’t survive in someone’s shadow,
I need my very own little spot to stand in.
Sure, rich love
real, real,
sure, rich love for me
only for me
because I am what I am, I am who I am.
When you have nothing,
Heaven needs to be.
Faldilah Petersen, April 2022

I’M ME, NOT WHO THEY WANT ME TO BE
Drowning and falling, I’m giving, they’re taking.
They tell me I’m nothing, but I don’t care what they say, I’m beautiful.
They may say I’m dark hearted, but I’m soft hearted.
I then lift my head up high in the sky and say,
I don’t care what they’re saying, I will rise up like an eagle.
I will not lose my own thoughts.
I’ll keep telling myself no more drowning and no more falling.
I’m a fighter.
I can see the dream I’m dreaming, I’m a dreamer.
There is this voice inside my head, “You’ll never reach it”
and then I remember to keep climbing and keep going.
I’ve got to keep strong.
I’ve got to keep my head held high in the sky.
There will always be something better for me,
I’m the better person inside of me,
it’s not about how fast I get there.
I believe in myself.
I’m me,
not who they want me to be.
Fahdielah Isaacs April 2022

