Treasure Island

Margaret Alice Second

(24 January 1961 / South Africa)

A Brain-Dead Child (Revised)


Bloody hell, is this what love is? Must one
accept an endeared’s allowed to cut you off
when you want to discuss something close
to your heart - and then is entitled to even
get his own way afterwards?

No way! Not now! I’ll fight for my rights,
each night I’ll exercise when I come home
like Mandela did each morning of his life,
I shall stand up for myself like he did,28
years in jail for that freedom to live

In the land of his birth - so cut me off, go on
please, you’ll make me strong, eventually I’ll
also decide upon no more transgression, you
cannot provide while you treat me like a
brain-dead child…

Submitted: Tuesday, February 04, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 05, 2014

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