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Talia Mabhiza
If I was an onion I would be blessed.
Flourishing in the driest of soils,
A die hard I would surely be
Proud of my multiple layers.
Sheltering my tender heart from all evil in sight.
Showing inner beauty with every peel.
Never ashamed of my dead shoots, awaiting a little rain to live again .
I would be a fighter till the end.
Making enemies cry with every slice.
Even in my death, I would be remembered,
But only with love as I would bring flavour.
Surely I would be viewed as bitter but a necessity in every kitchen.
The need would be felt.
I would swim proudly in a pot of soup.
Even if I was to face digestion.
I would have felt love with every compliment
If I were to be an onion, you would surely envy me.
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