Weeh Thongo
I've been me ,
A meepy child accused of crafts .
Tangled in my sleep ,
For waisting time ,
Loved the errors at cloud nine .
And still I made it with no trial.
I've lived in the upside down world ,
Where each dream was taken for word ,
Graded was for worst ,
Still I am an agent on quest ,
Posturing those of abo gogo
Imfihlo zi'mnadi zabo Khokho .
I am still me here undying ,
Judged from my peace when snoring .
That I am for one pictoring .
What I wear is problem to all ,
What I eat is a disgrace to the wall
For I am answering my greatest call.
I owe you no theory ,
I am the one whose heart is drained ,
Whose eyes are dried ,
Whose moods take charge ,
And I am telling you .
I didn't choose this path ,
For my fate was choosen long before the birth of me .
Copyright © Paris Thulare | Year Posted 2023
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