I speak the unspoken
Scribble non documented
Peruse nothing
And get surprised with something
Did I choose the victimized path?
On wrath with disabled chance?
Hence my tears splits like showers
Trailers of failures
In my mlaza made hat
I sit on the chair free mat
My beautiful torn mat
In a decorated 3cm deep holes around
Nobody is around for my rhetorics
Moving in poshy cars to schools
Failing to find value of x, y
Yet I find value of F.O.O.D
Think about me your fellow creature
You are failing lessons
Life slaped me, see my insecurities
But I learnt how to beat my melodies
I'm deprived but I hide in corners of circles
See my depilated habitat
Like that of a rat right?
I survive in homeostasis kind
It pains me
I don't have peace
But one day give me piece
Piece of the so called sausages
For my Lord I praise gives
I put you in my prayers
Put me in your prayers
Hello my friends
Hello Friends With Silver Spoon
Innocent Kwakwala
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 07/30/2020
Poet's note: The poem is a story about a person who is poor and has capability to do things that the rich might fail to do. It is written in times of poverty and it written to the rich. A feeling of sadness has been expressed. This poem means being rich doesn't mean you are capable enough to do anything.
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Poem topics: beautiful, life, peace, deep, chance, hide, speak, creature, survive, chair, Valentine's Day, choose, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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