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Jul 2016
Held in somber
are my emotions
my heart a shell of anger
a territory of a deadliest demon
I’m possessed

Ghoul spirit hypnotizes my soul
to dance like shadows
and sing in silence like my deceased inner soul

The zombie in the mirror
cannot hear my cry nor feel my pain
there is a storm in my heart

Fear comes cold like a war
wearing my soul weary and worn
in these winter nights

When my mother died of cancer
Eden went desiccated and barren
my soul left famishing
life gave me a new title “Orphan”
and this is when I began to call slums my home
and fed from waste

I was in the womb when my father left
since my mother refused to abort me
and if daddy was a man
I could’ve been fathered
and cuddled like a son
hence I’m not an orphan
I wrote this piece through my observation on what happens daily in our societies...there are many children with mothers but no fathers around, these hypocrites chose to run away from their responsibilities, I wish you no Success in life buddy I don't wanna lie. One day you will cry in regrets when life punishes you for your sins.Let us save and protect CHILDREN from growing with sorrow. they are the future.
Molantwa Mmele
Written by
Molantwa Mmele  Paarl, Cape Town
(Paarl, Cape Town)   
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