My Quiet Poem by Lehlohonolo Selai

Hey world
My name fails to matter
Perks of being short
Or perhaps my lack of words

Hey world
My dreams fail to live
Perks of having no thread
For my many torn pockets

Hey world
My door hangs loose today
Perks of living in a loud neighbourhood
Or perhaps my lack of skill

Hey world
My plans you have known today
Perks of a government education
Or leadership with no ears to hear my quiet

Hey world
My name you will live to never know
Perks of having no pen to write it on your shirts
Or perhaps having no idea how to not be quiet

Hey world
My dreams have been murdered
Perks of offices with no drive nor taste
Or perhaps my lack of words

Hey world
My nightmares are too real now
Perks of crying too deep in my sleep
Or perhaps this silence is the monster I fear

Hey world
My fear is my government you know
Perks of my quiet I bet
Or perhaps the negligence driving your fingers

Hey world
My hands are bloody now
Perks of having too many ideas to kill
Or perhaps because of the guilt from my quiet

Hey world
My feet are too swollen mate
Perks of my unending marathon to the right offices
Or perhaps my hope that soon I may not be quiet

Hey world
My skin is black I know
Perks of my creator's great will
Or perhaps I hope my quiet can evidence my pride

Hey world
My name is simple I promise
But you won't know it today or very soon
Because I am too quiet for your liking