Am From Here Poem by Kolawole Emmanuel

How many times would I tell you
That I am from here?

My father was the Mayor
Of this city,
Respected
And loved by his people;
Worshiped like a god
Before he slept, never to wake up again!

That huge gray mansion
Was ours.
My room was a boycott to the main mansion
Painted red and black
With a photograph
Of us - me, my mother and him
Fixed on the wall
Before it was sold by his wife.

My mother was the first wife
But his second wife
Was the legitimate wife,

You know the system...
I am not a lawyer.

But how many times would I tell you
That I am from here?

From this very city.

Written by
Juwan David
AYORINDE EMMANUEL OLOWOEYO
Published by Kolawole Emmanuel