“The world doesn’t revolve around you.” –
A phrase that clings
like stubborn gum to the back of my pants.
Its presence numbs, its toxicity stains,
leaving me to tremble in a futile struggle.

Fingers wearily try, way too hard, to peel it away,
but others notice the hue from afar,
under their unspoken radar.
I keep my cool and walk my way.

For now, I know my truth:
The world doesn’t revolve around me;
I’m just a grain of sand
in the midst of billions,
resting by the seashore,
all slipping away like grains of sand,
each with a story to tell.

©️Larona Tlhobogang

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