In this world of deception and lies.
Where life seems to pass me by.
My dreams exist in an immaterial plane.
Manifesting in feelings I cannot explain.
However, I struggle to expel all the garbage I've been told.
And my mind is fit to burst out of its mould
The mold that grows on the surface for all to see.
will not silence the real me.
So this is my story
As told by i
How I cured the rot
or dared to try
Growing up in South Africa and then moving to Asia showed me how much of a hopeless state Africa is in. But that's my story, I feel like this poem relates to those who are trying to escape poverty, stagnation, and trying to transform. Its a story of maturation in a place that stunts your growth.