Best Poems Written by Ketsia Samba1

Central Africa, My Home

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Breathing and walking feels like a cursed nightmare in this land, 
Daily murdering and violation of human rights as belief is a free floating balloon within this dust filled air   
We long for peace and equality but in return we recieve encavement of the body, mind and soul 

We miss the ability to roam without fear, 
The ability and accessibility to recieve an education and a well paid job in which many righfully deserve, 
You may see these as obscure demands, 
But that's because you have them but lack the meaning of what having something means

Without  a choice we are obligated to leave our lands in search of paradise but instead we find insecurity , 
Daily murdering and refusal of various positions had left us shattered , but then again, we cannot go back to our fine central African homes where we once had the opportunity to shine and grind in our floral dresses and shirts 

Thinking of this brings us pain but grows our thoughts during the harvest of our deepest sufferings

Copyright © Ketsia Samba1 | Year Posted 2018