My Revelation Poem by Keshia Morgan Nomdo

I've contemplated suicide one too many times,
My mind a box of marshmellows, squish squashing in my head,
These fears and tears that consumes my soul at the passing of each day!
I am an african, born and bred!
Filled with the strenght of our past,
The cradle of humanity right here on my doorstep,
but I am oblivious to this.
Its all shaded by our past hurts of apartheid and the riots.
The sacrifice of a few, for the future of a whole nation.
Then I am suddenly attacked by my reality and all that I have.
And I am finally aware of my future,
Bright like the morning sun.