Rafiki
All these years,
I've been doing the same things.
Bleeding and reaching.
Reaching and screaming.
All these years,
I couldn't stop dreaming.
Being desperate.
Desperate and obsessive.
But she was,
Always there for me.
She was,
Always wise for me.
She was,
Wise like Rafiki.
When I couldn't bleeding,
She couldn't stop,
Believing in me.
She believed,
I could be anything.
She believed,
If I could say everything.
She believed,
I could be in love with the boy in her dreams.
But she was,
Always there for me.
She was,
Always wise for me.
She was,
Wise like Rafiki.
When I couldn't bleeding,
She couldn't stop,
Believing in me.
That one day,
I found out,
She was be ripped from me,
I screamed to God,
Why do you keep doing these things!
But she was,
Always there for me.
She was,
Always wise for me.
She was,
Wise like Rafiki.
When I couldn't bleeding,
She didn't stop,
Believing in me.
Now I'm sitting thinking,
While the whole towns praying,
How I could make it.
I thought of her fighting,
And then I knew,
I will be just like her.
Copyright © Mackenzie Brooke | Year Posted 2012
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