Roses on the Table
If (our) love was a garden
And I was your rose
Why did you unearth me
Put me in a pot
And set me on y(our) dining room table as a centrepiece
In a room without sunlight
Knowing I would wilt?
While I was kept as y(our) centrepiece
What was growing in y(our) garden?
How could you use me, wilted petals and all
To nurture the budding love in y(our) backyard?
Did my spine bend too easily?
Were my petals not as bright as hers?
Did I take up just too much of y(our) attention?
Or when the sun beat down on you as you weeded y(our) garden
Did you feel like I was no longer worth the trouble?
Tell me
Did you dislike that I made you wait for me to bloom?
Or did she give you all that I never could?
Because I would have given you everything
Down to my last seed
But you put me on y(our) dining table as a centrepiece
In a room without sunlight
Knowing I would wilt.
Autor(es): Mandisa Makwakwa Masokameng