This is my story, my untold story.
Tape and stored deep in the memory bank of my mind.
Take my hand as we go through memory lane.
Play, fast forward, stop rewind resume,
And there high school!
A young boy sits in the corner of the table
Alone with a frowns and his friends Mike and Ayton
Joins, at that moment the frown turns to a smile
The boy put on this happy face for the world, While on the inside is a feeling of death. In crowed of people bored by friends Looking for escape sign, to give an exit
The boy has a loves people
But not the teenage talk
Can’t seem to fit in the puzzle
He remains the last piece of the puzzle
He was the tallest in class
Had a head shaped like a football (rugby ball) and his voice sounded like a broken record he was cut down by students
His head beheaded
And voice silenced
The boy went to his fortress of solitude
His thought was filled of tears of sadness
Each tear for each day spent alone.
Wanting to be filled with sunshine
But his reality was rainy everyday all day
One day the boy met a guy named JC
He drank up the ocean like it was a cap of water Brought the sun to a place that never had a sunset And he said he will never leave
On that day the boy’s life changed
When JC met him in the storm
And brought the light into the dark,
This are my untold story
My name is kindness shikwambana, I was born and raised in South Africa. If i had one word to describe myself it woud be kind, that pretty sums it up. I have love food, my friends can testify on that believe me. One of the things I most love doing is meeting new people even though im pretty shy at times. Getting to hear, learn and building friendships. One of my highest value is family: building friendships that last forever.
The name of my blog is Anotomy of Truth
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