Hurt by the hands of opportunity
Skeptical about ever holding hands again
Betrayed to always think that the end scene might be different
But it’s always the same
It could all change
But the grey paint mixed with tears all over the floor of this room
Has changed me anyway
Should I still go outside
With these purple eyes…
We won’t ever see the same.
Phillip Mdluli was born on March 16,1995, in Johannesburg, South Africa. Although a member of many siblings, from his biological parents he’s the last born of four. He attended primary school at Thathezakho, where he grew a interest in sketch drawing, later went to P.J Simelane Secondary school, as he grew fond of reading books his art form of drawing evolved into a word form, storytelling and displaying his thoughts and matters of his heart, became poetry. He lives in Dobsonville, he mostly stays in his room and let’s his solitude evoke pieces of poetry of a different life magnitude.
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