Dazing Days Of A Teen Poem by Mpho Nkadimeng

She said follow me my requiem dream
Words levitate as she deactivates her being in front of the screen
Their reveries trail the same wailing theme
And rimmed by haunting scenes of her snivelling skin

She reads her future based on what she sees
The superficial counterfeit scenes from scripted multiple deeds
Sets weeds concealed by seeds amongst her adolescent trees
She feels her heart beat
Faster than the snowed thoughts from illicit souls who smoke their dreams
Acclimating the beauty of her soul with one on the screen
She followed her stalling dream cloaked with black suits calling for her thing
She remained a weary soul flowing with a man’s whisk
Holding a dream that hilt her feet
Like a virgin driver behind the wheel
Misplacing her teeth from the streets at the age of a teen
Not yet eighteen but already floating in sins

She now remains a saint in demon’s streams
Feeling like an angel with the devil’s limbs
And an unwanted queen in the city of cruel kings

But she also felt her dream
Her requiem dream
Being nailed like a thief who tries to steal the golden key of a lost girl’s jeans
Lost in contempt as she lowered her jeans in front of this king
She said don’t follow me my required theme
My being is now a pure pill for miserable zips
A couple of sips and a midnight sleep
To my life is a bin as I tried my best to be not but in the centre of the screen
To be above what’s left of my skin
Don’t follow me my unwanted wind
My skin is a gesture of paradise in exchange for my daily poisonous meal
My dream be gone so for new teens can unlock your stream
And stay as a dream for the days I was your teen.