By Nyasha Celeste Makombe. Thee Poetic Raindrop, Zimbabwe.
Ask my father
Ask him why I’m so fragile, pale and tortured
Why he gave life to me with the intention of destroying it
What drove him to make it his personal mission to make my life a living hell
Ask him if I ever offended him in any way
Ask my father
Ask him where he burried the hope he stole from my helpless innocent being
Let him tell you why he finds pleasure in the comfort of my tears
Why he took away my joy and left me drowning in sorrow
Ask him to grant me access to my voice which he stole and hid deep within the raging oceans
Let him tell you the crime I committed
Ask him why he had shattered my heart into shreds
Ask him where he burried my soul and left me lifeless
I’m not mean I’m just broken
I’m not heartless but cold, frozen like ice deep within
Ask my father why I’m raging with anger like a volcano waiting to erupt
Ask him if I’ll ever be the same again
Tell him to dance to the echoes of the song sang by this monster he created
Ask my father where he left my true identity
For I’m only a raging creature waiting to devour him at first sight
Nyasha Celeste Makombe Thee Poetic Raindrop
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