Thinking and asking myself
is it mistake that
i am here?
Well don't comment just ask yourself that
well its good to see people who never regret their
lives
and we believe in them
what about us?
This poem is dedicated on
my stepfather
my mother
and all of them
who has felt this pain
i went through
no one on my side, all the time
sitting and thinking
people thinks i am
crazy
thinking that i am making
up some of told storries,
so that they will feel
sorry for me
outside on the desert, on the desert world,
outside of the earth's atmoshere,
all alone,
looking back where
there is none
of them behind me...
Where when
i needed her the most,
no sign of her, but
trying so hard to
be a perfect mom
well kind off....
So that i will be able to play
the role
of good child
trust?
I thought i could trust him
it is the best times
of my life having
him on my side
but also a night mare
on my dreams to hear his negative
words about me toward
the world
because now i am all alone
on the space
fighting alliens on their planet
like nelson mandela
fought for the right
of human beings
...
No sign of back-ups from my people~south
africans
now i am all alone on the cage,
where they trapped me
and made me their
slave, like a man
who work so
hard to see a smile of his king
they laughed at me like
an evil laughting
at a christian
cold as i stood
as a tiny bacteria
all alone.
All alone on desert
because i am alone
Teboho petrus ntaita
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