Their words were as sharp
As swords.
I felt them penetrating deep
In my heart.
I felt my spirit giving up.
Their words pulled me back.
I felt like it was the end.
I still recall those days,
When they'd laugh at everything
I try.
I'd go home with the entire
Ocean in my eyes.
However,A day came.
Where I had a meeting with me.
Asked me, if they know me like
I know me.
The answer was so clear,
No they don't.
So why do I listen to them?
And that same day,
I sealed my ears.
I turned lemons into
lemonades.
I listened to the voice in my head.
Their words moulded me.
I feel so strong than I ever was.
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Author:
Trevor Phelane (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Growing up in a black African society, It has always been tough to try something new. Not because we lacked facilities,No...but because the criticism and discouragements were difficult to endure. People always had something to say...if you ain't mentally strong enough, you can never make it 😥💔
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Comments1
“ I turned lemons into lemonades “ love that line 🙂 great poem , nicely expressed . Sometimes we certainly have to listen to ourselves … the words and thoughts of others aren’t always true !
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