October 1
I 'm October 1
Evidence of heroes past.
my dares too dear
my attitude too black with the
brilliance to dare.
I dare where my forefathers dread.
Inspite their absence, i'm still alive
still breathing.
I'm October 1
The end of a white man's brush.
As certain as the sunset, issue emerge
people diverse,as tissues remain
from self inflicted issues,
yet I still stand on all fours.
I'm October 1
54 years too young still hoped for in years to come
my birth was so longed for, yet a mistake.
As a nation with a name and long as am free
this wall cannot contain my spirit.
I'm October 1.
Copyright © Emmanuel Bassey | Year Posted 2016
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