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Kumba Mattia Poem
Those we love don't go away,
They walk beside us every day.
Yet not all love returns our call,
some stand near just to let us fall.
Love is not a guarantee,
They may not feel the same for me.
Those we love won't always stay,
Nor always love us the same way.
For every love that fades or ends
There are still those who stays -- true friends
And family, through both joy and pain,
will hold us close and still remain.
Copyright © Kumba Mattia | Year Posted 2025
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Kumba Mattia Poem
Beginning to realize life isn't a movie, but I am the protagonist.
Only God is the director, and the one who builds the cast list.
Sometimes He rewrites the script without notice,
And shifts the scene to sharpen my focus.
There is no rehearsal in life, no second take,
No edits, no pause, just the choices I make.
The spotlight doesn't wait for me to gather my thoughts,
So i speak with conviction, ready or not.
This isn't Hollywood, I'm not here to pretend,
I'm here to become who I was meant to be in the end.
The ending may bring peace or hesitation, a moment filled with joy or desperation.
Life is not a movie, but it has a final destination.
Copyright © Kumba Mattia | Year Posted 2025
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Kumba Mattia Poem
Imagine racism never existed and borders were drawn only on maps, not hearts,
where justice walked freely, not fenced in by law,
where truth wasn’t filtered through prejudice charts,
and peace wasn’t something we only foresaw.
Imagine ableism never existed and their name was put to use,
not reduced to produce, not judged by what they could produce.
Not a flaw to erase, not a sign of inefficiency,
But a different kind of strength, a different kind of ability.
Imagine neglect never existed and every child was seen as whole,
Where safety was standard, not a goal,
where bedtime meant peace not dread,
and no one had to flinch at what wasn’t said.
Imagine neurodiversity was never called a defect,
where difference is power not something to correct.
Where stimming is sacred, not something to hide,
And every brain is honored with pride.
I'm no John Lennon but I believe the world can live as one,
not in perfect harmony, but in work that’s never done.
In the mess, in the fight, in the breath we share,
in the truth that justice is always there.
Copyright © Kumba Mattia | Year Posted 2025
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