Uncealled Letter. Poem by Jolomi Amuka

Before me, there was you,
Before this,
There were two
Rival nations joined by hymen's song.
O,
Believe me, we will have a happy ending;
Now I understand.
Though happily ever after might not fit with the plan.

A year of education?
False truths,
But you never knew,
What I had done to you.
The wages spent,
Your faded dream's dream come true.

Architecture and graphic art,
Orating to tragic lies,
Surfing with success in daddy's sweat,
Hating foreshadowed shadows,
Wishing my country death,
Hence I left,
Only with earned years,
To grow to regret.

Across the seas to Joshua tree,
Saw the sherif frown and a new born's dream.
Heed me, this is your dream,
Listen and hear me speak.

Before you, there was me,
This is what you always wanted me to see.