Where Is Your Coat Of Many Colors? Poem by Blessing Ekpe

My coat of many colors,
like that of Joseph was
tattered and smeared
with goat's blood

Tears oh Tears
when will you ever stop
rolling down my sweaty face?
Oh you may ask
Is it tears if joy or pain?

Hope is what i have now,
No amount can't equate it.
My faith undaunted by life's dents
My willingness to hope for a miracle
in the face of an unyielding enemy
I now know what the battle requires of me.

Dreams, Dreams oh Dreams
Like a beautiful morning cool breeze
I behold your majesty.
it is only my cover you battered,
spirit and soul uncouth.
As a fighter, am prepare to fight,
As a defender of the truth
will speak on..No matter who is hurt
As bold as a lion you have unknowingly crafted me.
This is my story
Where is your coat of many colors?