When I was quite,
They thought I had nothing to say.

When I was slow,
They thought I was tired.

When I cried,
They thought I was hurt.

When I fell,
They thought I had lost balance.

Now as I stand in front of them all,
Though still mute and down,
I see them with tears in their eyes,
I see them wip for me for no reasons,
And I hear them say,
"She was still young".

Yes now that I've turned into a cold corpse,
They think it's time for them to cry for me,
Yet so many times I cried but they never comforted me,
So many times I fell but they walked over me,
And so many times I cried but they let my tears roll down.

Now look how innocent they think they are,
Listen to the words of comfort they think they're saying,
How sad is it to witness all these?
The shame they're busy pouring over me,
As if my own pain was never enough.

The world so good at worshipping the past,
While the present and the future are let alone to suffer.

How long will this world be like this?
How many souls should we lose before we can say it's enough!


© Adelyn Moliepe