Dear Future
I know how it feels to sleep with an empty stomach.
I know how it feels to have nothing.
I know how it feels to be rejected by my own neighbours.
I know that painful feeling of hearing them saying "there she comes, hide your plates."
I know the pain of going to school with bare foot
I know the pain of losing my loved ones.
Now Dear future,
Let there be no more sorrows.
No more death.
Please be nice.
Copyright © Bukiwe Tiyane | Year Posted 2016
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