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