No More! Poem by Kondwani Simwaba

No More!
I picked up a pen to scribble my thoughts, I told stories so dear to me;
I divulged some of my most clandestine secrets, I made the pen bleed; oozing profusely my entire itinerary.
I wrote poems from the depths of my heart, my album should have been called an abyss;
A chasm of pain, day by day I practiced; training mind like a railway line to withstand anything; I stood on a stage before the multitude.
I was finally here, my dreams to life; but as I begun to speak, my knees caught the shivers; and began an involuntary movement like Michael Jackson, except the sight wasn't thrilling; like Michael Jackson, ofcourse I was that bad;
You know tongue tied, I wasn't making a killing, I sucked.
Like a ghost from phantom they booed me off the stage and my eyes begun with the rainy season,
The only way I am ever getting back on this stage is if there's a valid reason.
I picked up my pen, to scribble my thoughts; I told stories so dear to me, I made the pen bleed profusely with anger; I got back on stage forget the valid reason, I am a King and this is my season.
You know kings never fall, they just bless the ground; these are my stories I'll own them;
This stage must feel my presence, chocking is a female trend men wear necklaces.
So this is to eveyone that didn't believe in themselves enough; this is to everyone that stood on a stage with wobbling feet and a slurred speech; this is to everyone that feared to even stand before a mic.
These are your stories, so be bright like the Alpha Centaury and glow scintillating in the dark;
Put your head up; shoulders bulged and a chest up; put your hands in the air and say to failure... No more!
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