Neo Lechwenyo Poet Free verse

My hatred for flavored air

I hate vapes, with all that they bring,
A little cloud, but it cuts like a sting.
They caught my brother, trapped in their lie,
A puff of freedom, but it's just to die.
It starts so simple, just one little try,
But now he's hooked, and I can’t ask why.
Flavored air that coats his soul in chains,
A habit that lingers, and only brings pain.
He thought it cool, thought it was the way,
But now he’s drowning in the smoke each day.
No escape, just chasing that high,
As the world passes by and he can't say goodbye.
The clouds they form, a prison in disguise,
He breathes them in, with empty, tired eyes.
It’s flavored air, but it’s more than that—
It’s control, it's poison, it’s where he’s at.
I wish he'd see, wish he'd understand,
That this "cool" thing is a trap, not a brand.
I hate vapes for what they steal,
For the freedom lost, the pain I feel.
But he's my brother, and I'll fight till the end,
To help him break free, to help him ascend.
Flavored air may cloud his mind,
But I'll be here, helping him unwind.

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