Mya Kidson | March 31, 2017
In honour of National Poetry Month, hear Mya read her poem aloud:
Something we are all capable of doing.
Something as simple as a fib,
Small and insignificant.
A lie can be harmless.
Harmless until it expands,
Like a snowball rolling down a hill.
The lie becomes bigger,
Until it’s no simple little fib,
It envelopes around people,
And harms others.
A lie that challenges the truth.
Evil beckoning over good,
And making the gullible fall for it,
How could a lie so minute and innocent,
Become a life ruining monstrosity.