My Past Hurt My Memory Poem by Felix Emeka George

Take my thoughts away,
Being alone is something I never love here.
Because it's bitter like bile
Making bad mood food,
And tears daily prayer.
Better to be like a young calf,
pure and transparent in all
To be without saying
Jumping for joy
Even while kicking innocently calm and loving

If I am telling you about love
While I am really a hater
If I am telling you about lord
While I am furious in heart of bleeds

While my spiritual life is disarrayed
The feelings of love in me is lost
Like the Adada river are my secrets
Flowing where the eyes of men sees

Because I am not in servitude
I am a freelance journalist
A freeman man in chains.
I am the determinant of action
In freedom, I am a little child.
I am condemned into slavery.