O P T I M I S M.


Blessed be the ones that live without pessimism, 
The glass is half full type, 
While someone is whispering 'don't cry over spilt milk' as I convince myself that there wasn't any water to begin with, 
Excuse the God complex, 
I was told to believe that I was made in her image, so excuse my self love and don't take it as self louth, 
Let us not exist in the spiritual but Let us us sing our songs and 
Let us write our letters hoping that these thumbed sucked addresses become real and replies become consistency till my broken rib is replaced.


By: | Mfezeko Booi |

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