Tobacco, You Killed My Dreams

Tobacco, You Killed My Dreams

I used to see my father use you
I wanted to see your point of view
But I was warned not to use you.

Finally, I went to school
Away from my father’s surveillance
You became my friend, a daily drug.

My once erudite mind started wasting
When you introduced me to your friends
Khat, Bhang, and even cocaine.

I was ousted from school
My dreams went down the drain
I felt guilty, I knew I had been granted failure.

Now, I cry
I will be your prisoner until when?
Will you let me go?

I know I will win
My favorite part is you
But I promise to leave you alone!

Kipkirui Borusei

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