Bless Me

Bless Me

A Poem by Kunda Chamatete
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What goes on in a night lady's head

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I lost my parents long ago
Inviting a loss of my pride too
Never got the chance to define my ego
What I call family are people you belittle
My species are society's outcasts
And the 'road not taken' main forecasts
I have no true friend
Nor one I can run to
If I do, then it's the night fall
It offers me a chance to fend
I am not proud of my lifestyle
But I feel my spectrum of choices is finite
I do whatever is a must
Chiefly things that define lust
Sail on my ship and understand my pain
My fountain is dry
I have no more tears to lose
I have gotten the sound of my cry
Every night is a hustle and bustle
Yes, if I must wrestle
I do it to clear the bills
And afford my pills
You speak spite about me
Then wait for the sun to withdraw
To find my company
I know that I am sinning
I need cleansing
So are you
The times you curse me
Rather, bless me
To find the grace out of my evils
To stitch my hope for a new dawn
To mow my lawn
I bless the day my soul will triumph over my devils
I have a daughter
My biggest goal is to give her a decent life
When I am gone, she can find breath in what I taught her
I feel my time is shorter
There are many others walking my walk
Judge not, bless me!

© 2016 Kunda Chamatete


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I love this; this is a beautiful peace. Raw and vulnerable and relayed in such a way that it becomes startlingly real to the viewer.

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