True Thoughts

The creepy crawly things within, the corridors of our mind. That invades the mind, keeps us up at night. The conscious fight,Is but a waste of time the needless struggle to paint our smile For the judgement of the colour within a mile Is the obviouse reality that bathe in the thoughts' of man I but a result of natures doing, the content of stigma When every day i leave like in a comma They say am free on paper Thier eyes that chain me later No one sees my pain. It lies within my name Then i bore thier stains But life still had it constrains Differences stuffed in a bucket of race When you look at me what do you see? The lies told by your fathers past or the present drawned in pity of my ancestors task To proove we all are equal; but how ? Was i born in chains by the character of my person Or the construct of the society and bad lessons No history of man in ink Not by my doing, i think When i pray for days with cake That constant struggle that keeps me awake Will jingle like a bell in wait For those tides that makes the boats to sale Is but a true thought they wouldnt face.                                       By Lekene Paul