One cold morning in July
I kept clicking and snapping my fingers
to a rhythm my life was making.
Still today, I still hear the song
written by my clenching teeth.
I knelt down, picking up
my past experiences and memories.
I bent over, looking to find
happiness in my mama's face.
Instead, a storm crashed my backbone
having me paralysed.
Again, I knelt down, picking up
pieces of shattered dreams and broken hearts.
I bent over, looking to find
healing in her eyes.
Instead, the end is written in her face.
Every now and then,
the drums of bible scriptures
make a sound in my ears,
instilling faith, hope and contentness.
My nostrils exhale and release
confusion, disturbance and fear.
I clear my throat with a glass of tears,
I dry my eyes with a towel of loneliness,
fear and desperation.
Yet, again I knelt down, picking up
my brother and sister, I lift them up.
I bend over, looking to find
fulfillment joy and hope
instead I see misery, confusion and hurt.
I looked down, shoke my head
not giving up, but thinking of a plan.
Right there, she looks up,
she nods, she applauds and she likes...
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