Nine Months
Nine months staring at the walls, wondering when my time shall be, contemplating my next moves ...strategising on a way out!
Nine months feeling worthless , useless , unappreciated , rejected and none existent.
Who am l?
What am l?
Is there light at the end of the tunnel?
Nine months on the cross!
Carrying a very heavy burden,
Trying to cross the river Jordan.
Soles on my feet , scars on my face determination in my soul.
Nine months under a rock,
Incarcerated by politics, family drama , socio economic issues penetrating into my already tear jecker of a life...
Nine months learning , enduring , growing .
Up the mountain , down the fountain.
Kicking , screaming , winning , losing and crying.
But wait! Listen .... I have a crown in my hand . I am an African King!
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