{Snack on it} Tragic yet true

A prophet is not without honour, except in his home town and among
his relatives and in his own household.

Never knew what these words meant
until they came to life.
Until they made sense to me
like one who catches their breath after retiring from a useless fight.

The ones who raised and reared us,
are the ones we run away from.
It’s funny when the realisation dawns —
just because they birthed you,
doesn’t mean they won’t be the first one to stone you.


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