Junior Mboweni


To the previous generation


Midas had a daughter

She learnt all he taught her

Pushed her on the sofa

Now she's pushing down a stroller



It was written in her stars

She knew who she was

She went from hell to Mars

Then hell again then healed the scars



Same hands that blessed the waters

Damned, they touched his daughter

She learns that that's the order

Things are never as they oughtta



The cross drawn in the sky

She believes she can fly

With the sleepers' gleam in her eyes

No longer wonders why they become gods when they die




  • Author: June Winter (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 4th, 2022 05:49
  • Category: Forgiveness
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