Stomach Battle Poem by Marota Aphane

Stomach Battle



You see me
Walking tall
Like a giant
You wish you were me

You see my shoulders
Upright broad
& count the stars that saw the future
Abroad my shoulders
You wish you were me

You envy my smiles
Rehearse my voice
Walk my walk
Talk my talk
Naïve robot
It’s only a public face
Concealing fears
Of loosing yet another
Empty stomach battle tonight

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Marota Aphane

Marota Aphane

Polokwane, Limpopo Province, South Africa
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