My Lower Lip Hangs Open Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

My Lower Lip Hangs Open



This act surprises my jaded self,
For when I toddled into life,
I looked forward to a table set
With golden fork and knives,
Only to be told to eat dinner with
Rusty spears.

I swallowed hate,
And spat out blood,
For such is the world
We live in.

Tuesday, November 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: hardship,life
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