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Rosinah Mmola Poem
What if praying gets you more pain?
What if asking to be saved puts you in danger
The more blessings I ask for, the more pain I get
The more I ask for forgiveness the more suffering I get
I walked this journey of mine with faith that, I will one day find happiness, laughter, fulfilment
I kept believing that the creator has my back
I kept believing that the creator knows me by name
I kept believing that the creator loves me
I kept the creator in my heart, in my soul, even after all the pain and suffering, I kept believing in the creator.
I questioned the timing, I questioned my mindset, I questioned whether I deserve happiness but never questions the creator
Was I wrong not to ask for clarity, was I wrong not to ask for who I have to be
Was I wrong for asking but not demanding?
Was I wrong to assume that I deserve some happiness?
Was I wrong in believing that the creator exists?
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Rosinah Mmola Poem
Youth with their rights
But no responsibilities
Youth with their rights
But no minds or thoughts
How am I supposed to look up to you?
How am I supposed to know right from wrong?
With no person showing appreciation
With no youth being thankful
How am I supposed to act responsibly?
With no one educating me of my past
How am I being proud of my human rights?
My freedom of speech
What does my freedom of speech tell me?
Some say my freedoms of speech tell me to say………………….
What I want………………
When I want…………………and
How I want…………………..
But no one tell me the responsibilities
No one tell me how to apply my freedom of speech
Educate me of my rights
Educate me of my past
That’s not enough
Educate me of my human rights
I roam every single day about the come from of my human rights
My roaming even turns me demented
I too am ardent to know my past
I too need to know
I search and searched but my searching turn’s futility
And I rouse in darkness
Educate me of my rights
Educate e of my human rights
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Rosinah Mmola Poem
A simple wish I ask for myself
I ask for myself not to be selfish
A wish I ask for my success
As I ask this wish
Never meant to be rebellious
Never meant to discriminate
Never meant to underestimate your own success
I ask this wish for myself
To be recognized
To be known as a human being of success
Grant me the wish I never got a chance to ask
Blowing my 1 year candle
Ops never got a chance to blow that candle
But got a chance to ask the wish again
Grant me the wish
I will not disappoint
Grant me the wish
I will not over-use
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Rosinah Mmola Poem
Awaken I layed at night
Steering at the ceiling
Wishing you were here
Wishing you were never gone
My heart pounced
And tears rolled down my chicks
I was crying like a kid
The hurt, pain and anger I carried inside
Just got the better of me
Just took my life away
Your unpresence ruined my life
Your unpresence makes me unworthy
Unwanted, I need you
I need to hear your voice next to me
I need to feel your touch, warmth
Knowing you will never come back
Knowing I will never see your face
Makes me wonder
Is this the life to be wasted?
Is this the life to be lived on the past?
This is the life to be lived once
But awaken I laid at night
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Rosinah Mmola Poem
When you sit around waiting for the pain to kill you
Waiting for the loss to destroy you
When you sit around waiting for the sadness to consume you, the anger, the frustration to eat you inside and out.
When you sit around angry at the world for your failure, angry at the world for the pain and suffering brought to you by one person.
When you are so angry you can’t see that you are creating your downfall.
When you dwell so much into what others think of you, you can’t even breathe without permission
It should be then where you realize the kind of power you possess; it should be then where you realize the kind of selflove you have.
It is then you realize who you really are
Why let your situation define you
Why let the hurt and pain in you determine your future?
Why give the world control over your destiny
The pain, the hurt
Why give in?
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