I want to take a stride

With my own feet towards success

But my corrupt mouth does not want to speak What I deem and how I feel deep inside me

I don’t know if its fear or ignorance.

My spiritual eyes encourage me to explore

And engross the magic hidden in the world of thoughts

But my controversial eyes can’t even see beyond my nose

My right hand is craving to grip my dream tight

But my left hand does not want to lend the help

It seems less concerned!

I know it hurts

Because you take a slice

Instead of a whole cake

I know they call you a fake person and in return you hold a grudge for them

But please consider their reasons

Take a lesson from their perception and next time, Prove to them that you can be a better person.

BY OBED SHYAKA