Breaking Free… Poem by Merlin Mwaura

Breaking Free…

I never noticed the flowers,
The ones on our highways,
In the dust and soot,
They still look good…
Like my diamond in the ruff,
Who I’d wish to set free
See how beautiful she be…

I saw some thought coming,
Its bearer seemed a bit strange…
Took me and imprisoned me,
Tore me off my dictions,
Told me of a prison… I was in!
Prisoner of a fiction,
That robs me of time,
That drains me of life
Every day,
Until I had enough of it…
Until the plan got complete
To have me converted
To have my eyes wide open…
To see me breaking free.

A tattered person,
A driver on a speedy highway,
A man collect like garbage,
A student sat on the wrong fate…
A maize vender and his chilly plate….
A drug peddler in dark alleys…
A hooker stripping down a pole
A poet sinking in talent,
A grave digger down a hole…
Deep in the eyes where few see
A soul trying to break free.

Picked this intellectual tad
I.T. for retards,
Now pressing on this space bar,
Attempted to PAUSE this far…
The mind on some deep thought.
How I go about life?
Have I known what I was called for?
Am I what I was born to do?
Acting like exempt students of life…
Thought I’d skip some life lessons,
Looked like I learned them eons,
Till I lost that last war,
With faith and my religion…
Now I roam out and about,
For something I can believe in!
So I can break free….