I have the right to misquote
Yet I cite reasons to vote
I have been lied to
Trench got courage to still pursue
I am an African boy
Colonial empire take me a toy
That have no right to be annoy
Yet in me resides joy
I am an African guy
Whose leaders bely
Enough to separate or rely
But will never say goodbye
It is my father land
In which I made myself a brand
That can not by language disband
No storm can still its sand
I love Africa
Huge envy cum America
I love mama
One I will never sub for grammar
I like Oranges
For dice, it abridges
While collecting apple
Nothing worth my people
I love the herbs
To never perturbs
Alternating health issues
The best we choose
African; pure amigo
Imperial colonial masters' influence I outgrow
~ABSTRACT ANNUAL ABRIDGES ACTIVITY ABSTRACTED?
12/30/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
Why holding on to the past when your future could be standing right in front of you?
Why weeping and crying when to make things better there are lots you need to do?
Why waste time to explain to others when you know they will never walk on your shoe?
Why not cling on the old gold, than to start an opaque good anew?
I thought I was fighting with my demon,
Little did I know I was my very own demon.
The harder I tried, the stronger it pushes back, I thought.
It was I holding back, and the battle was already lost before we even fought.
Losing my grounds, then lost myself in the process
Hurting those that truly love me, then acted careless.
I let myself to suffer self-defeat
Messing things up, and I thought I was happy with it.
Though shattered, I know I am strong enough to put together the broken pieces,
Turning a new page but mend the chapters that needed abridges,
I shall come strongly to sing the new song,
Embracing the arms with which I feel belong.
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