Pericardium Layer
- Samton Gina
- Jul 4, 2017
- 1 min read
Everybody has a fragile heart; just some people have a thicker pericardium layer –
Threw the first, it landed on his face, threw the third the fourth but he kept resisting to fight back, he tried by all means to be humble. Threw the fifth he dodged it and landed his first on my chin. He fought back he wasn’t humble as I thought he was, I had pushed all his buttons.
They corned him from birth made him feel unworthy from the minute he set foot on earth, got spat on, got punched until he bled; he got up. He managed to defend himself by landing a single blow; society turned its back against him by calling him the dreadful one. When everybody and everything was against him they paid no mind to his pain, his cry was not heard neither was his plea for help.
He secluded himself from the negative and focused on his goals, to hold his head up high at all times without leaning on anyone neither blood nor society itself. Undoubtedly he had had enough of the negative, seeing his own blood on the floor, he’s pericardium had been broken, he bleed but learnt to pay no mind.
Rumour has it that he turned his back on the society, rumour has it rumour has it.
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