Who Owns This Stage? Poem by Kolade Seun

Were we to be able to draw our lines.
We will write our lifes.
In gold prints our words will stand.
The mirror in our mind will be our stage.

We will act as the wind.
we will move as we direct.
We wont pay to produce.
They will watch for free.

Because we own our life.
Because we wrote the scripts.
Because we built the world.
We owe no one.

But we cant write our scripts.
We cant direct our act.
We are controlled.
The stage is not ours.