I Write Myself Myself

I am still learning to talk
Not in the presence of kings
But in the face of commoners
Because there is greatness that
Lies in the buttered lives of the
Ordinary men in the street than
The greatness of the Rich which
Have been seen by all men under
The evil breathe of the dying sun.
You don't write me or what I see,
I write myself myself with my eyes.
I am what I am learning to see and 
That which I am learning to talk makes
The man in the man in me that you see.
You don't teach me who I am, I write
Myself myself from myself view.



(C) John Chizoba Vincent
 Voice Of Vincent 2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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