Why Me

Some times am aren't that person who Understands much. But the little understanding within me, Boosts me feel like I understand the universe. Both under and above. Sometimes I stand high to shine, For a little understanding within me. Its so because I have never hard a sound Of an applause. Not even given an ear. But why among all you. You holding my hand, Thinking a day will come and I stand high. Why all motivational words. Why all inspirations. For me. Sometimes my eyes are blinded by My own tears. And your own hand shade my eyes, from Daggers. The flood of ma blood on your hand. Keeps me moving , so that you no longer Feel pain that's meant for me. Pett Ezra Isaac.(Uganda)