I Was Nothing
I was nothing
just a few pounds
of live fresh flesh
when I jetted on earth-
nothing in the head,
nothing in the hands.
What about you?
But you were crying,
robbed something?
your fist was clenched!
hiding something?
Tell the world now.
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2016
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