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Bongiwe Jun 2017
I don't even believe in anything,
but still I pray to whoever's listening,
to stop all the suffering ,
for if it were a just world, only the evil would endure such pain
but with bright eyes and sweet smiles the innocent bare the brunt,
the brunt of hardships that challenge their innocence,
put to the test values never really learned
and pass judgements of a future worthwhile or a life back in the slums.
Bongiwe Jun 2017
You told me you cared for me,
until I fell apart,
then you kept finding excuses why you couldn't be there for me.
So i started making them too,
because your absence only compounded my pain,
showed me how alone I was before you.
I feel betrayed by you,
how dare you!
how dare you watch me at my worst and then leave like the rest?
I trusted you!
Put the last glimmer of hope in you
so now what do I do?

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