BARS OF COLD GOLD

By. Imani Weke, Niyati Patel, Anisha Wacera, Tmoen Njuguna

Here I am buying my mother bars of gold,

And there you are with nothing for your mother to hold.
HAHAHA
I’m sick and tired of your poisoned words spitting like serpents off your lazy tongues.
But NO, NO-NO, dare I not say I have diamonds and gold for my mother’s big day!

The jewelry store up the road sells this necklace that I so adore,
Mother deserves it,
I deserve it!
Why must I persevere with their horrible teasing?
I put up with them day by day and they treat me no better than the common beggar
And as I walk through the doors of the store,
The angel on my shoulder says I shouldn’t do it anymore but the devil on the other says I need this
one win.

I see it there shiny and bright,

Take it! Take it! I try but I nearly can’t
My hands wobble,
My knees buckle,
I grab it and into my bag it goes
One more step till I’m out the door but
Oh no! There he goes
“Stop I know what you’ve got, common let’s have a talk.”
Child this crime won’t go unpunished,
You must know the consequences of these actions.
But sir, you may think it’s no big deal,
But I had to steal.
I kept telling myself just one more sin, and when I got the necklace shiny and gold,
I should’ve known I’m not that bold

All the diamonds and rubies don’t count for much,

Your mother’s love knows no bounds,
She’ll love whatever you give anything but a stolen gift,
And isn’t that your true wish?

I’m tired of trying to fit in

Peer pressure got me in a choke hold
All my friends ran cause they fake like actors on screen
They told me I was broke, I told them no guys I’m woke,
They came from rags to riches
But I came from riches to rags

#CURTAINS#