No Birthday
I will never celebrate for sure,
the thing called my birth day.
At the age one, I was programed
to die standing on the roof of life.
Yet I’m still alive in eyes of them,
without a cake, no birth certificate
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2018
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