WHEN I WAS 12
I decide to rid the spells of cry
Coz’ actually my tears have run dry
Talking to MIKE gave me a try
To remembrance of when I was 12.
Mike’s pov;
I remember when I was young
My mama tells me about it too
She tells stories of how innocent I was
How those short skirts and dresses made me look like a doll
A pretty doll!
Papa on the other hand kept reminding me
Of how adorable I was from the day I arrived in his arms
Isn’t it beautiful? The remembrance of being 12.
You see, when I was 12,
Life was exciting
Life was fun
It was alluring
Every color was brighter
The air was softer
The mornings were more fragrant than they’ve ever been
And every person I knew was a friend
I miss the days when I was 12.
I remember how I ran
With the freedom of creating my own wind
It was lovely
Earth was paradise
Life had life itself
But now, it is becoming less
And less beautiful!
I want to go back, to when I was 12.
Happiness now comes at a cost
Judgements flying around like angry bees
Too much hate, from the same people that defined love
They now kiss you, just to betray you
Give you hugs. With knives raised to stab your back
It is a sad reality
Life has become a bitter pill to swallow
But what choice do I have?
Sue, what choice do you have?
I always tell myself
That if God will ask for my wish at any time
I will wish for prosperity and success
But my first preference will be to go back to the days
When I was young and free
When I was 12.
By MIKE SIBIYA & SUE KWEGAH.
