Growing up, means giving up, the kid in me,
Glowing up, men living up is just killing me,
The light at the end of the tunnel, is still bright,
The fight at the end didn't turn well, still right,
Am trying to crawl to the finish line, in time,
Am tying on a pole, a fishing line, for a dime.
For A Dime
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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I was once as clean as a newly hatched chic's beak, but you turned me into hell's doormat. Misery's doorbell on pain's bunke... -
Gone are the days that you'd rest your head on my chest and smell the scent of my ripe goosebumps, those days that I would lose count o...
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An all wrapping book. Our fore-fathers named it "Life". Well, we adopted the same name and so, we also call it "Life". A...
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