Published September 15th, 2024
by Uyanda Mziyako
They turned my smiles and giggles into sorrows and grief
they mocked and threw rocks, I never found relief
I hoped for them to be my friends, but they were my foes
Who did nothing but add to my woes
My wounds heal and my scars disappear
They would hunt for their next prey and I wouldn't have to volunteer
Their hands felt like needles on my skin
They broke me into half but never created a better twin
My heart lit up every time I would imagine us being close
Like an earring and an ear lobe
But they always found a way to break my globe
About the Poet
Uyanda Mziyako resides in Meyerton, Gauteng, South Africa.
Read the poet's biography on Uyanda Mziyako's Artist Page.
This poem is included in Comet #3, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Africa Poetry Magazine:
Waiting for Harvest
by Blessing Oziama
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