We are flowers
Growing in different gardens
Those scorched by sun
Those covered by shadows
Those trampled on by loved ones
Those spoken life to by strangers
Those drowned in waters
And those swept away
Because ungcolisa ikhaya
You are too wild and therefore they cut you out
Or trim you for prestige
Yet you blossom
Despite their constant cutter
Tryna tame your clutter
Never stutter
For you are grounded to grow
You are one with the soil, child
You are part of the earth
Child
You deserve to exist
Never believe that you are a mistake
You are beautiful
Some will be allergic to your boldness
Some will admire your fragrance
Keep on rising

And this 🖕is to the absent fathers
That made you believe that you were not meant to be
Because even mother carried you so long considering questions
This, not only has it made girls cum
It is to the absent fathers
Screwing heaven
And leaving their demons in our mothers
Our mothers
Are possessed with absent minds
And hearts clinging on to tracks left
on their faces
Is an ocean
Submerged in sin
Praying
Father forgive them
For they do’…
I don’t know if they really don’t know what they did
For the evidence is a child growing
Another drug addict, drug dealer or a leader
Standing on this stage and many others
Saying

I will be the provider
Let my words feed mother and all the other children like me

And to you 3 legged walker
Don’t bother coming back