Neocolonialism
Neocolonialism
I fell in love
It cost everything
The moment I lost myself
I've heard of wars were people take all you have. The ones you love, The things you like and sometimes even normalness and identity. What does it feel to ache to be normal to be comfortable. Things to be perfect... So that your mind will be sane.
I am dumb
I accept that
Like an illness with no cure
I know how it feels
When I don't know where it will be shot right here
Ohhhh
Too much traumas
Only to realise am on stage
Maybe a comedian
What do these producers want to watch
Hmmm
I am fooled
If the world was one billion
They will tell me there is no life.
If I gave a dream
They will destroy me
An idea
Cost a person
My own is theirs
They steal mine in gazillions
And give me rubbish... A handful and that is the worst love.
Copyright © Habiba Yunusa | Year Posted 2022
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