Miziyeza Stories

"Mommy, can I donate my heart to my sister?" Words that shattered my heart and my eyes would burst into tears whenever I remembered how my son asked me that favor a few years ago. It was the day that I lost everything.

I really did my best- my very best. I guess that best was just the bare minimum for your eyes. Expectations of yours are far too high to reach, and for you my struggles are far too small to see. Struggles that always lead me to question my efforts. "Will I ever be that daughter that you always wished to have?"

When voices go unheard, Let emotions speak through every word. Speaking up is not a crime, So poetry becomes the voice in rhyme. Where pen meets paper, feelings take flight, And unspoken hearts find their light.