Bless MeA Poem by Kunda ChamateteWhat goes on in a night lady's head
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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