If Negroes would sing
I was born with a cracked voice and a staggering speech,
Sometimes it's harder to tell if I'm complaining or not....
I write poetry and listen to music like I'm on salary to do so,
But being part of a choir is something I'll never wish for...
Today I bumped into my younger self,
He asked for advise and I showed him some scars....the ones he's yet to wear in the next episodes of life,
In my speech to him from me or perhaps from me to him, I witnessed he's innocence leave he's eyes
If Negroes would sing
I'd audition a thousand times
He'd sing the chorus I'd write the lyrics and we'd perform a bittersweet song...
It's amazing what comes to mind when you find the last adolescent pictures that survived in the fire....
Copyright © Roger Nkhoma | Year Posted 2024
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