My Story Poem by ChiMark Sunlight Ndubuisih

It is so slim big
story to tell,
And it would ever
be unfair not to air,
Of course,
In fact,
Ears must glide
open to hear it,
As you may wish,
If you say why,
Of course is not fair,
Maybe,
Virtually perhaps,
You got no tales to
air out,
You had no beautiful
time in the past!
But my life surged
in cloud of experience,
Though,
A little child,
Little but worn with
glossary of tedious past,
There was a day,
When I ate no bread,
No gari on the table,
But I sunk my saliva
Belly bare the scarcity,
Satisfied,
In hunger as my mouth
ate enough of none,
Birds could cry aloud
in my poor belly,
I begun life as I saw it,
I found myself climbing
the palm trees at 12
and finally,
I won an accolade in no
contested best,
I only receive my priding
victory when on top of the
tallest palm tree,
All these things such as
many more,
Were my glittering good,
Heroic story I live to bare,
That if life misbehave
The world will hear it from
my mouth,
As they desire to know my tales,
The only prominent hero
on earth!