Gladness
A person I wanted to be,
A person I have never been,
A person created by thee,
And for Thee she should be,
For the moment I've been happy,
as I saw a forest rising from the desert,
digging the holes of my houses,
from the gheto I've grown,
From the time I was young,
Refused by friends as of my dirtness,
roaming around like a street dog,
today I stand to select them,
Sorrounded by friends reminds me of something,
The time I smelt like a rotten wound,
when I have friends also called flies,
kissing and touching my lips,
Invitation cards takes me far,
to the bottom of a dump site,
with different cards and cakes,
sharing with my friends called Insects,
Am glad I was alive and stable,
having a rest over the tree shadow,
Someone may come and take my shadow,
am glad that I enjoyed it all,
till this moment of fun,
wondering with my imaginative world,
the world exist in my only mind,
and the government is about to come,
to take my remainings away,
my friends will cry for me,
as am heading to my real home,
waiting for you to come,
the home where no one is greater,
same clothes, same home, same bedroom,
and we will be together friend,
Am glad I was a human and mate you.
goodbye.
poem by Dickson Mseti
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