A Cursed Flower
I was happy with my parents’ efforts
I carried my degree high
Running home in graduation gown
My siblings lifted me high
My eyes watered with tears of joy
All who came thought I was light
Lit to light the darkness in the village
But I didn’t know it was a cursed flower
My heart grew weary each time I was ignored
The sole of my feet began to wear away
My foes developed swollen cheeks
And carried this balloon around the village
Every night that came went and left me
Sleepless and thoughtful into another day
This paper which people say is light
Has become a curse because I am nothing
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