Am A Wizard Poem by ademola oluwabusayo

in the early of the year i was happy
hoping noting bad but good
has i walk in the valley of like i smell something
the truth i need to say is gone
i think am a something,

early i woke up with something
what? with my heart of den
i knew have been possess
i taught what could life offer me
i carry on with the laugage of sorrow
i think am a something.

the heart keep saying untrue tinxs
i wash away my hand but could not
my hand is as clean as garment
my heart is as dirty as pig
am a wizard
i cry in my heart my soul listen to me
and a voice say are u a wizard?