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Letter to my firstborn

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Letter to my firstborn

if all  you can do
is watch birds
and wonder how they fly
and wish you could free
the one caged in you
in the dark paths 
of your being
then the only urge
your mind will hand to you
from pure instinct
will be to
stretch out your hand
out into the stars
and let the moon
read your palms
and trace your life
following the beat 
of your heart
live free
within the four walls
of your heart
and never peek outside
because the wind out there
is toxic
it burns the lungs 
and eats through the veins
until the walls around you crumble
and you stand out
in the open, naked
for the world to see
Remember, that little voice 
in your head
is right, once again
you need to play it
over and over again
until your head spins
in the right direction
and until the fog has cleared
One day in my dreams
II promised God
I'd never tell you about love
but its imperative that
that promise, becomes the only one
that I pretend to never
remember making just so
I can say to you
love is simple
but we complicate it 
with all that we dress it in
Here I am, not able to understand
the word it self
but attempting to write it down
hoping one day you will know
that your mother, selfless  as she is
loved easily
and she defined her love
as giving, forgiving, living and giving 
and that in all of those
she never took
because it never seemed enough
bu she,, had a big heart
with enough cheer to spread around
enough laughter to feed everyone
but her world fell silent
as the  night crept in 
bringing with it monsters
she feared the most
for her to  face first hand
she could  never tell the world
that she had a bruise
covered in cotton candy
the kind that melts each time
she smiled at her self
but child, I wish you never become
anything like her
so to state that
as a request to God
I will call you "Nhlanhla"
hoping for him to listen
to my pleas and help me 
do the one thing
 I most probably will be proud of
and for the first time
let me take happiness
out of life...

Copyright © Neo Bridgette Kitso

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