A thorn among roses
Thorn among roses,
Out of place, out of time,
Silent, alone, I bloom.
Growing among roses,
But never quite fitting in,
My words, like thorns, prick.
A life of fear and doubt,
Laughter and joy foreign,
A thorn in the side.
But still I grow, still I strive,
For one day, acceptance,
To be a rose among thorns.
Speaker, founder and civic organiser working across Botswana and South Africa on digital strategy, AI, data protection and youth leadership. Founder of Digital Thread and The Civic Chapter; founded Africa’s Very Own in 2018.
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