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Rebecca Oduor Poem
Grow up, they say,
You will come to understand the world,
Yourself,
Things will become better.
Oh how I waited,
To the time I will have ‘grown up’
I am,
They said I would have more peace,
Said I would understand myself,
Have peace in each and every doing,
Oh mama, they lied,
Every decision I make bites me,
Torments me,
Mama I am scared of the dark,
Yet darkness looms around me each and every single day,
Mama don’t tell people I like smiling,
The beautiful smile has faded,
Replaced with a face full of uncertainty,
Mirror, is my face wrinkled.
The city is unkind mama,
No one to tie my shoelaces,
They let me trip mama,
Slapped with the hard face of reality,
Prayers forgotten…maybe once a month,
Doubt creeps in everything,
This isn't me mama,
What happened to me,
You said I would undertsand myself better when I grow up,
You said I would have peace,
Lemme tell you mama,
My body has been in constant fight with itself since I left home,
Confidence replaced with doubt,
Smile replaced with fear,
OH WORLD HAVE MERCY.
written by Becca
Copyright © Rebecca Oduor | Year Posted 2025
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Rebecca Oduor Poem
Say you are enough…
Say you will win this…
Say it is possible…
We all rehearsed that when young,
We were told to be optimistic always,
But…
No one explains the feeling of self doubt,
The fears that come with the thought of not making it,
The realization that it will be a bumpy ride.
When I was young,
My dream occupation was to become rich,
‘mama I will buy that big car, I will get you a big house’
Mama I have neither now,
For you or for me,
Thinking about it pierces my soul,
Will I make it?
But time,
Time is a constant reminder that things change,
Mr time, can you work a miracle,
Bring back the ambitious and optimistic me,
They say time heals all wounds,
Let me bid mine
Copyright © Rebecca Oduor | Year Posted 2025
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