Voice From My Heart
I can walk, talk,
Think and breath,
I can try, cry,
understand and comprehend.
My past is a video,
My present is a concern,
My future is a vision,
My voice is volume less.
I have friends, some with dreads,
Together we have been,
Together we will learn to be,
Though some we have thrown in the bins.
Some come and go,
Others remain,
Some remain as statues,
Others remain as ladders.
I am the definition of poverty,
The symbol of struggle,
I am the parable of the hunter in reality,
The spear of the great jungle.
My heart posses nothing, but peace,
My mind corresponds nothing but reality,
My exsistance is a threat for some,
My presence is a blessing for others.
I sweat for my stomach,
"I wish I was a soldier",
Sometime I imagine,
Perhaps I could stand much more stronger.
There is no more war,
Yet I am attacked,
All I ask is to prolong my life,
All I seek is harmony.
Apologies for any hurts,
Together we can cross beyong imagining,
This is the voice from my heart,
The melody of my tongue,
The suspension of my moods,
The hidden part of my True " I".
N.H Kandjimi
Copyright © Nelson Herculano | Year Posted 2018
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