I have what you will call a rough life,
i was sad,
i grew up with a heavy heart,
I grew up mad at the world,
at me,
I grew up longing for love,
to be loved, so I hoped
from one guy to another,
I grew up disappointed,
I was broken before i could be an adult,
I was manhandled,
boys forced themselves on me,
I grew up with hate,
Always longing for revenge,
I woke up with my pillow soaked with tears,
with my tear face,
I longed for death,
searched for it everywhere I went,
I held on, hoping for change,
I grew up with my wrists cut,
I was forced to grow up at the very tender age,
I longed for my mommas hug,
I longed for her to tell me how much she loved me,
oh momma death took you took you to soon,
I searched for warmth,
I cry sometimes not because my heart hurts but I wonder what would you have said if you saw me now
all broken up,
I want to die now momma,
I crave for death,
I long for like it is the air that I breath,
like my lungs need it,
I'm sorry momma for being a broken vassel.

© Mbali P Nyabane