My Childhood Poem by Okaba Mac
My Childhood
As I sat by the flowing stream, I took a moment;
I took a time to reflect upon my childhood's torments.
What was life then, but being a slave;
Being a slave in the very house you were born!
Horrible pictures flashed past as memories
And then I wished, I only wished, never again to have it reminesced!
2nd February,2011.
Cross River State, Nigeria.
A really great poem, really liked it. A fantastic write. Take a look at my poem called, Boy To A Man, see what my childhood was like.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 3:42:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I was listening to Chopin while reading this. went good heh. ;)