Struggle

It all started in 1992,
Pain,
Struggle,
Death and
Hate,
Somewhere along those lines, I found myself marveling in faith,

For me;
Home existed in the heart beat of my mothers,
…The struggle of my father,
…The pain of my sister,
…And the death of my brother,

Yesterday wasn’t just an ordinary day for me,
…it was a day I missed the heated bullets,
...a day I survived hunger,
…a day I saw the bleeding of my brother,

Tomorrow is another day of survival,
...it’ll be a day I dodge the bullets,
…a day I search for food,
…a day I see the blood of dying another,

Every day, I live in a cycle of pain,
The next morning is a day of survival again
My history isn’t a mystery,
But a misery lived by me,
I’ll tell you ‘her-story’ marked as his-story,
Put on shelves at the library,
Labeled as “African poetry”
My sonata is bit contrary, like extraordinary,
I’ve been chased around like tom did jerry,
I’ve been accused around like the virgin marry,
I’ve been told stories turned into bad fairy,
Watched my father being carried,
Watched my brother being buried,
Watched my sister getting married, while her husband remarried,
Watched my younger siblings ferried,
I’m left with hope and faith,
Which I cope with hate,
And when my eyes dilate,
With tears I pray to thee,
...I pray to the One who made –me