Just Me Poem by Kimani wa Mumbi

The ups and downs
I have been making
In and out of town
To me are becoming
constant cause of frowns
On my face. Been trying
To see sunshine through the clouds
But I must be blinding
Young and unsafe, hair brown
and tired of living.

Is there a better way
To make myself and others proud?
Or should I still wait
For my silver lined cloud?
How can I be brave
When I'm all pound
Into believing I'm a knave?

When about to give in
They rush and tell me
There's faith I should believe in.
There's Jesus, there's Islam,
Just who do I believe in?
I start to question me
Just who am I? I'm giving
To the poor, yea me.
If I had more I'd be feeding
them. Yes me!
But not. Myself barely surviving! !