look at all these
zombie kids,
elevated beyond the clouds.
regarded with anticipation,
burdened with expectation.
so they fly on downers,
moan along
to their favourite chorus.
they keep on trying,
fighting expectations,
impatiently waiting for
their time.
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Sweet Enough
Puisiwe grow like fruits, until ripe and get plucked and discarded, if not sweet enough. *** a compilation of poems, thoughts and other reflections.
