The Soul Talks As Well E-Book

Loza Maybe

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

A poem and a story all in one.  Could there be anything better?  

You get a poem with a short story that explains the poem to you.  It is a series of poems and short stories that still await to be part of you.  Just read it. And you'll love it. Maybe learn the lesson.  

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Loza Maybe

The Soul Talks As Well

This is A Lesson to be learnt

Doing wrong instead of right is wrong. BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Like The Bully

Like a rat chasing after a mouse

Like a dolphin chasing after a shark

Like a tiger chasing after a cheater

Like the bully you are

You think you can frighten

You think you can take

Away everything from those smaller than you

Unknown to you is that a rat may be bigger than a mouse but a mouse is much smarter

Unknown to you is that a dolphin isn't able to eat a shark, while a shark is able to bite back

Unknown to you is a tiger can run but not as fast as a cheater

But like a bully

You are confused

You don't understand that big isn't always better

You don't understand fast isn't compared to how big you are

You don't understand that intimidation can frighten someone for only a little while before they too get tired of you you taking everything from them

But like a Bully you don't understand

#1

"Don't tell me that!"

"Zweni!"

This was the second time today. Being called by my mother. I wanted to refuse but I couldn't stay locked up in my room forever.

I got up from my bed. Slipping into my shoes. And then headed downstairs.

Mom looked at me. I looked down trying to hide my face from her.

Mom: No need. I've already seen it.

Me: Why did you call me here mom?

Mom: I called you down here for the same reason you have that thing on your face. I want to know who did that to you.

I couldn't tell her. So I did what I always did when she asked me this.

I looked down trying to hide myself from the world.

Me: I'm okay.

Mom: (Staring at me) What do you think of yourself? Huh? Do you think you are weak? Whose son do you think you are? (She hit her chest) If you don't know then I'll tell you! I am your mother. Me! And no son of mine of mine is weak. Now tell me who did this to you. Hurry up!