Unpleasant Days (after-effects of my fathers death)
Im a troubled child in the face of the moon,
Raised without a father,
Bred without a silver spoon.
Im a troubled child who seeks nothing but perfection,
Annointed to blossom in the pastures of my misconceptions.
Im a troubled child violated of my peace,
Battling burdens with no ease
When will these dark days come to cease.
Im a troubled child with great charisma & no fear,
Catastrophies Im faced with
My life seems so unfair.
poem by Siyabonga Njica
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