The Tale
THE TALE
Walking down the street with my bare feet
The thoughts of Mahatma, Nelson Mandela, and Osagyefo
Pumping my blood towards the course of Emancipation
Freedom! - Is the word
The one true legend which opens up all minds
To set free the thoughts of the thoughtless
To make strong the spine that’s prone to Hopelessness
To give the Shy another chance
Confidence! - (A Core)
To reach and beyond boundaries unfathomed
And who can deny the “Wondrous-Magical” spirit
Provided by the Supreme Man upstairs
Our Father (GOD)
For He has given, even me, a purpose
To live,
To fight,
To survive (strive)
Not a super tale to be tossed with
Not to be forgotten
And not only to be told or passed
In successive generations
But to be lived,
To feel free,
To embrace;
Everything Destined….. (Free Advice)
BY ASANGALISAH AKANTERE ISAIAH
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