IF ONE DAY, I BECOME A WRITE

which i know i would.
I would pray, NO! i would actually carp on God for not only taking away my pillar
but for robbing me of the man who made me who i am today,
I would try writing to both mom and dad not knowing if i should thank or Curse them,
for helping each other bring me to this cruel cruel world.
I would then write a letter to Mrs Langa,
My English teacher at stormont madubela primary in KTC,
thanking her for the  support she gave through all my years in that phenomenal school,
for all the trust she had in me,showing me theres always light  at the end of every tunnel,
for showing me that you can give love from all the hate you get and get love from all the hate you receive
then i would write a thanks giving to my first love,
thanking her so much for loving me for a while and then dumping me i guess,
for showing me that there should always be a room for disappointment in every persons heart,
that a man does cry but in a place perfect where its him and his thoughts that matters
and i would definitely write to the mother of my little angel,
thanking her for giving me a reason to see life from a different perspective,
for allow me to feel the love that i never felt,
for giving me motivation and allowing me to love like i never hated