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