Do I
by wineka mpetsheni
Small world of different persons
I thought I'm gonna be your purse
You handle me with care that fades not
Yet this is untrue, for you dropped me and turned your back upon me
Leaving tears crawling on that beautiful face of mine
Which wished to have, yes, always have a chance
To smile, and run the mile.
Big earth of variable personas
Big earth of beautiful creations
I always say we're here to be valued
And I thought by coming I'll bring happiness
So you'll value
Yes, I tried yet you pour sadness upon me,
Grabbing the tranquility I've already got, grasping unity o' mine Minds and heart.
I, was a curse from the day I was conceived
And now.
I keep on seeing these death boxes flow like waters of waterfalls into these abysses
You, welcoming with open arms, ready to cuddle and never let go any.
Again and again my heart full blood, my chicks cracking because o' tears that flow
And dry like recently dried clay after the heavy rain.
My body shivering because of fear, 'cause these boxes are caring my life.
They carry lovers of mine, mentors o' mine, cursers, blessers even haters o' mine.
Can't even pause thinking of me being the next
For I can't even hide in the nest.
May I tread freely unto you, for those who did, got stuck on you.
Even my character has changed, I altered to be a pest and a pessimist
Not only, also a questioner, do I deserve the punishment?
Is my blood deserve the pollution it has
Do I have to walk knowing I'm counted next in your cuddling books?
Is it a must that mine eyes confirm the heartlessness of your people?
And mine ears receive thunderstorms of words
Also confirm love scarcity from your beautiful creation?
Do I have to leave with anger that fades not?
And disappointments that make waves in my wealth?
Do I have to leave with mouth that pours aggressive versions?
Minds filled with hatred, possessing unreal visions
'Causing infections that leads to no perfection, do I big earth, do I?
I is crying for mom you never gave, do I deserve the punishment?
I's still crying for ma dad, you took promising him eternal rest
Yet there's a lack of sureness about it being the best.
I'm still whipping for like a commander o' the defeated army in a war
I'm still praying for joy and woe
Likening myself with Israelites for I am a prisoner, I am a slave
I'm a Prisoner o' emotions, prisoner o' restlessness, prisoner o' being crumbled rose.
Crumbled unto you big earth, do I deserve, do I?
'cause now,
The son you give me has no dad like I, I had no mom
Is it a must that we say mom or dad to our unreal "moms and dads"
All he needs is light, air and water to grow and to him, I'm all.
All I need is what is freeness to properly be, all.
Yet you're holding it, you're seizing it.
Do I deserve the punishment, do I?
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