Senamile Zulu


I Am Somebody


I came to life
Life that was never there
The day I was born

I came to being, to this world
Somebody took care of me
Nurtured and nany me

I grew up
I faced life in this world
And later I become somebody

Now I am somebody
Today I am something

GOD created that somebody
I am somebody

Submitted: Friday, February 14, 2014
Edited: Friday, February 14, 2014

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I dedicate this poem to my mom who was always there for me, my inspiration.

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  • Siyabonga a Nxumalo (3/6/2014 1:19:00 PM)

    Indeed you are somebody and if you don't think so yourself no one will tell you, you are somebody. I like the spirit and it will keep you going sister. I enjoyed reading your poem.
    Thanks for sharing.
    Siya_! ! (Report) Reply

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