I Come From Nothing Poem by Paris Thulare

Father's fell in the ages of stones,
Then I was given names by companions.
In me there grew a pain none could see,
As I watched back in the days,
Others were bought Christmas gifts,
While I sat back, with burning wishes

I recall slowly, the path itself was a war
With that little hope I grew, daily.
Everyday storms would sneak in the little shelter that Momma gave us
I watched as she swam in pains and coldness with love protecting us her cubs
Ohh dear Mommy, indeed love was only you

I knew nothing of bread and beacon,
That steak and burger were all I wished to taste,
But my wishes died a painful death.
As I watched the children from neighborhood jollying at the corners of my streets
Wearing joy with warmth of seeing their dear Dads ascending from Jozi

I came from nothing
The very same place I was born,
Where the richest played kings
And us the poor watched with grieve
That same place I was raised,
But in return it swallowed my grandparents so is my uncle

Do you know that pain endured,
I watched families vanish with deaths unknown
But nothing I could do afterall.
The pains of pains was watching my mom stolen away from me
But I was toddler then
I carried the pain by heart
But I made my self a solemn
To never back down no matter what