I Chose To Scribe
I’m sorry but I chose to scribe
I’m running out of words
I really wish I figure out how to set this
To you
I was never the child you wanted
I can’t face you into the eye because of my shame
I extinguished all the family flame
I was to be the yellow rose of the family garden
But I chose my path
The desires of my heart parted with your expectations
I know it hurts to yield reeds in from maize seeds
All your efforts to customize your son blew away
To me as well it is just like a live surgery
Leaving you ways I never wished but what doesn’t kill us is good for us all
I might be leaping in the dark but I’m in the right direction
My heart follows it desires
A pilot would have been, politician or even
An optician for my knowledge is like a field I cultivate it in my own way
But my mind and heart are in the people.
I believe arts are a voice for the voiceless community
In media and arts lies the power of words
Standing up for the people, being their comforter
Motivator and activator if possible
... Thus why I chose to scribble...
...COLLEN GAGA
Copyright © Collen Gaga | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment