I’m up all day cooking, cleaning
Preparing
I Stand all day long queuing, lining
Preparing
I walk all day haggling, wrangling
Preparing
I’m busy all day hoarding, collecting
Preparing

But when the sun
Waves goodbye
It’s long yellow hands waving in the sky
And giving way to the moody moon
I know that I’m not prepared….

I’m not prepared
The haggling
Queuing
And Hoarding
Did nothing to protect me
From this terror
Which comes
Hulking
Clinging
And menacing
Trying to embrace me
In cold cold arms
That make my fragile soul freeze
No amount of preparing
Can prepare ones heart from bruising….

BY TANYARADZWA VANADIS17 MASAIRE

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