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
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