The African Man I Never Was Poem by Anele Potelwa (Unpublished)

Nose smell the fragrance of blood,
that the evil wind had commanded a flood,
to the innocent shadow of the body whose mess is less,
never-the-less suffered the progress of such resess,
to me given natural tools which by heart i use to curse,
curse the fools whose conditions are even more worse,

Born an innocent human and now a ghost,
post the cage with rage i was never lost,
it cost the given opportunities but let the sun set,
and now in this darkness i begg my to reset,
for so the assumptions were not to presume,
in that the revelation lacked to consume,

I Was never what i was,
but i wake and sleep to then afterwards,
i flow the poetic tears with spheres,
and fight the regret with painful spears,
but my evil innocent hand the case had to lay,
so in these conditions which under i live and pray,

Now it is me,
but never was it then,
its all these memories,
which i let them burn,
Indeed i regret,
but that was not who i am,
i opt to sleep in here,
and maybe wake at am.
what have i done with my foolishness?