David Clay Onah
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Reality Of Life
Born with a silver spoon but it was taken away from me
My life was planned but is now a mystery
Single parent upbringing, this too shall pass
But it seems like eternity, when shall I scream free at last.
Going through the road not taken
A poem I read and I have never forsaken.
My body eats n gets constipated
while my soul starves and gets dilapitated.
So easy to grasp but still a conundrum
And in my head I hear d beat of a drum
visualising my soul dancing to the rhythm of hope, and independence
But my body still vacillates in dependence