Talk about what you’re not Sure of then bring delusion And confusion into people’s Mind and trust, It might give Birth of a life that hunts and Hurts another life. Slap my right cheek then I turn the other one, Disrespect me from toes to Head, spit in my face then Let cursing words slip out of Your mouth and respond With rage, I try to seal The pain inside me with a False smile and pretence; You forget that life itself is a Trend and depending on how You treat me, there springs A life that contradicts your Potentials and existential Provide me with what Satisfies my tummy and hide From me what nurtures my Mind and soul then; Tell me how much you love me, How you’ll never leave me alone How you’ll always remember me I’ll give you a glimpse of what I see You want me to live a life Of opening my mouth and getting fed What a dark curtain Unfolded in front of my sight, This is a life that ends my life I don’t want to live this kind of way I just want to carry my own weight On my back and know how to Survive on my own. BY OBED SHYAKA
