Tears On My Pillow Poem by VUSI CHRIS VENUS MALALA

MY BLOOD BOILED.
I COULD FEEL THE HEAT IN MY EYES
MY THOUGHT WERE HURTFUL

I CRIED AND CRIED BUT THERE
WAS NO ONE TO COMFORT ME.
TEARS WATERED MY PILLOW.
A SEED OF HATE WAS SOWN AND
THE FRUIT OF VICTORY WAS HARVESTED

MY TEARS GAVE ME COURAGE
MY TEARS OPENED MY EYES
MY HEART WAS FILLED WITH PASSION.

MY TEARS LED ME TO MY FUTURE.
MY FUTURE WAS AHEAD OF ME
MY PAST IS CELEBRATED AND CHERISHED.

MY TEARS ARE MY SPEAR, MY MISSILE AND MY SHIELD

MY TEARS MADE ME WHAT I AM TODAY
AND WHAT I WILL BE TOMORROW


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