Weeh Thongo Poem by Paris Thulare

I've been me,
A meepy child accused of crafts.
Tangled in my sleep,
For waisting time,
Loved the errors at cloud nine.
And still I made it with no trial.

I've lived in the upside down world,
Where each dream was taken for word,
Graded was for worst,
A still I am an agent on quest,
Posturing those of abo gogo
Imfihlo zi'mnadi zabo Khokho.

I am still me here undying,
Judged from my peace when snoring.
That I am for one pictoring.

What I wear is problem to all,
What I eat is a disgrace to the wall
For I am answering my greatest call.

I owe you no theory,
I am the one whose heart is drained,
Whose eyes I dried,
Whose moods take charge,
And I telling you.
I didn't choose this path,
For my fate was choosen long before the birth of me.

Thokoza🙏