Stop Mocking At Me

Poem entitled "You don't know my story" By Bob K Queminee Stop mocking at me/ Allow smile to embrace me/ As I flip the pages of my story/ Society is good enough to accept it I have become enemy of history/ My pillows were my comforters/ My tears running amok like deer/ I didn't sleep without praying at night I'm a son of the poor/ My mind is corrupt of my past/ My face sneers in hyperbole/ Because of the pain I endured so long I can retrospect from the Genesis/ A point where education rejected me/ I weep when I sat alone in my room/ My friends greeted me with gossips. Hard time gave birth to me/ Hunger was willing to fill my stomach/ Red light was my normal selling spot/ I sold food stuffs to sustain myself/ My soul chases happiness/ Smile spilled my face in public/ My inner peace is preventing shame/ Your fists of words can't stop me