Sometimes I worry...
I worry my soul is not pure enough to penetrate into Heaven
I worry my sins overpower my blessings
I worry that in this world, this overpopulated world, I have lost my precious soul
Sometimes I worry...
I worry that I curse my parents than I do bless them
I worry I let them down-being the antithesis to their hopes for me
I worry they feel they made a mistake in me
Sometimes I worry...
I worry my intelligence only stems from the intelligence of others
I worry that I cannot solve x
I worry that education is useless if I won't have it in my death
Sometimes I worry...
I worry that my friends are pathetic and I become like them everyday
I worry that I may be the pathetic one, making them like myself in the process
I worry that I do not know them-only what they tell me
I worry for their dreams, disappointments, and their daily demons
Sometimes I worry...
I worry that I won't become everything I want to be
I worry that my dreams may only be illusions
I worry that I cannot change the way I live
I worry that I depend to live more than I live to depend
Sometimes I worry...
I worry that I may never get married
I worry my wife is hoping for me but will never find me
I worry that I may never become the person she needs me to be
Sometimes I worry...
I worry that my wife may die at youth
I worry that she may develop disease, be contaminated by the world, or even forget herself
I worry that she may divorce me
Sometimes I worry...
I worry that I may never have children
I worry that, if they come, they might be deformed
I worry that I may not be a good father
Sometimes I worry...
I worry about what I see
I worry about what I face and what I may succumb to
I worry about poverty, solitude, and damnation
Sometimes I worry...
I worry about the little girl who has just been raped
I worry about the boy who's lost a father at a young age
I worry about the individual who has everything that amounts to nothing
Sometimes I worry...
I worry about my body
I worry about my race, height, gender, and disabilities
I worry about how others see my body
I worry about why others look more different than me
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The Virgin Anthology(2013)
PuisiLungelo B. Mokoena goes all out in giving life to his first poetic ensemble. This Anthology accomodates all people because it has a layer upon each layer, and should be broken down to find its simplest meaning. For an 18 year old, this young man is...