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»I cry for you, my beloved daughter«

by Mduduzi Cedrick Mokoena, September 22, 2021

I do not owe my family a thing
For they’ve raised me with affronts
And frowns
When I remember their soft
sweet jargon that impaired my soul
rain drops within my face.

hated and banished as an outcast
In that midnight winter with wavering
And shivering of my body pleading for
For mercy which leaded Me to unknown
journey as I slumped and plumped
under a plum tree.

Treated as a dark horse by a schadenfreude
Ménage for being an orphan as oftentimes
I had to spent days without food neither
Cents in my pockets like a hunger stricken
Homeless man

And now that the Calf has grown to be
A Bull with horns they decided to cast
A spell to this bull they always regarded
As an outcast so he cannot succeed in
Life

I only cry for you my beloved daughter
For a death wish is placed upon my life
And now I know the time has come for
Me to say Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
For we shall meet again.

Written: June 2016
Tags: Anger Children Emotions Fear Growing up Jealousy Life Sad

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