It’s time | FunDza

A whole 17 years I’ve been here

I have been wherever you have been

You hurt me, I cried.

You laughed and I was shattered

This not what I would expect from you

I mean, you are supposed to be my comforter,

The pillow that absorbs my tears , not the tear creator!

Everytime I expected this I got that

Why should life be so unfair

Why couldn’t I be given what I needed;

A mother who understands

It’s time now I have to leave

I can’t find what I’m looking for here with you

I have to look elsewhere.

It’s time to leave, good bye

2 Responses

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Feziwe Nzima · 2 years ago

I wish there was more context to this poem to help the reader better understand what's gone wrong. Teenage years are generally quite difficult, but if you not getting what you need from a parent (within reason of course), it makes things particularly difficult.

From The Tree Tops · 2 years ago

It's time