Poster Child
Through hell and blows by the hammer of life
you bounced back
Nothing will undo you again
only make you stronger and more whole
Easy street poster child
Hype's the bluffers decoy by those who haven't lived
Blindfolded in their self-deception
They remain juvenile - raw and without form
Caterpillar entombed...... doomed never to crown butterfly
Spared the panel-beater's hammer, they lie idly parked
gathering dirt, rusting and decaying
The hammer's blows iron out our crudeness
and refine us into bright sparkling diamonds for the roles
we star in life, until we are immune to the hammer's slight knocks,
scrapes and scratches - bulletproof
Copyright © Kumkazi Mhlongo | Year Posted 2018
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