Saturday, 11 March 2017


I'm I the teabag in your tea?
I'm I the sugar in your tea? 
I'm I the milk in your tea?
I'm I everything in your tea?
Tell me, I am the water, atleast,
Or the cup served with the feast.

No. Do not! Shut up! Ssssh...Hush!
I need your answers no more, shush!
I learned I'm just the plastic teaspoon,
That you will use, to stir up your tea,
Then later on, throw, into the trash.
I hate that over your lies, I'd swoon. 

The Tea Spoon.
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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