The Rocking Chair Poem by Funkekeme Akposeye

Sitting on my rocking chair, I
write from the perspective of a
wheelchair thanking God for
open doors and cursing people
for treating me like a dog on the
floor
Sometimes you need
things, simple things, good, bad
things will come your way, ugly
and beautiful things will happen
to you, at the peak of it all you
just have to relax adjust yourself
and enjoy the view,
some people just peeped
yesterday they never saw today
not many people speak this way
it’ s only a few, it ’ s overdue for us
to fly and go deep just roll the
dice
some say I speak of this life too
deep as deep as sleep, deep as
the sea or love but you wouldn’ t
believe what am seeing right
now, believe me it’ s hard to see
right, now, it ’ s like I woke up in
the morning and am trying to
find the right words to say to
the sky, hoping it snows in
Africa, a man can hope and
dream can’ t he?
we are the gifted ones, are we?
some say it comes from not
seeing my mom, childhood
wasn ’ t fun so my heart is black
as black as wood from the
hood, am an African hope and
dreams are all we ’ ve got just like
the books we’ ve been through
so many storms, some now
consider it the norm, if we could
see the miracle of a single flower
then clearly our whole world
could change in an instant with
no resistance although troubles
are persistent so I write from my
rocking chair while my heart
slowly wails,
it’ s like they forgot about the
nails that went through the
hands of Jesus, don ’ t you know
the devil is specious he calls you
his friend only when he wants
to increase the cemetery,
success is momentary in God we
trust, God be with us.