Paris Thulare Poet Narrative

I Come From Nothing

Father's fell in the ages of stones ,
Then I was given names by companions .
In me there grew a pain none could see ,
As I watched back in the days ,
Others were bought Christmas gifts ,
While I sat back ,with burning wishes 

I recall slowly ,the path itself was a war 
With that little hope I grew, daily.
Everyday storms would sneak in the little shelter that  Momma gave us 
I watched as she swam in pains and coldness with love protecting us her cubs
Ohh dear Mommy ,indeed love was only you

I knew nothing of bread and beacon ,
That steak and burger were all I wished to taste,
But my wishes died a painful death .
As I watched the children from neighborhood jollying at the corners of my streets 
Wearing joy with warmth of seeing their dear Dads ascending from Jozi 

I came from nothing 
The very same place I was born ,
Where the richest played kings 
And us the poor watched with grieve 
That same place I was raised ,
But in return it swallowed my grandparents so is my uncle 

Do you know that pain endured ,
I watched families vanish with deaths unknown 
But nothing I could do afterall .
The pains of pains was watching my mom stolen away from me 
But I was toddler then 
I carried the pain by heart
But I made my self a solemn 
To never back down no matter what

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