In Death Poem by GALEED MAGAGULA

In Death



I don't believe in ghost
Yet am more than just a host
They say death is fear
But through his death, am free
Standing tall like a gum trees
Knowing my touch is chronic like stress
Like witches in olden days
I get my strength from the grave
Gone are those days
Where I lived in fear, this poem is my proof.
They killed me in school
With my blood they opened a public pool
In celebration of my death, they forget
In a distance I watch, for once I was a target
Like seeds they burry me deep in the ground
Painful and sad, I rot to bring nutrients in my land
Harder I tried, harder I thrived
Louder I spoke, harder I sharpened my voice
As they saw my growth they offered their advice.
Too smart to see what they are
Too clever to know they really are
Their grave made much wiser
While dancing in my death, became smarter
I now I understand, how new things are built
The old my first die for the new to be built
As they live in shame and in guilt
I stand tall in celebration but quiet.

Sunday, November 21, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: Death,bullying
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