adminBy Sunfred Mushininga
Ma, all the other kids have fancy cars
In which they drive their girls
And buy them pearls
And never like me do house hold chores.
Pa, all the other kids live in big white castles
With opulent clothes and shoes
And have jewellery by the twos
And never like me have weak body muscles.
Bro, all the other kids love to fight
And their language is foul
While their manners are dull
And never like me did they live in a pit.
Sis, all the other kids were born with a silver spoon in their mouth
Their job was done by others
And their wealth was of their fathers
And never like me had behaviour that was couth.
God, all the other kids never faced troubles
Their pastures always green
And always seem to win
While my future by the second, crumbles.
Oh it crumbles
- Sunfred is 20 and lives in Msasa Park and is studying Psychology at Midrand Graduate Institute. He enjoys reading novels, writing poems and watching movies. To get your short story, essay or poem published please email; m[email protected] or drop your submissions in person at Herald House.
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