Not Me Poem by Andrew Ahile
Not Me
My head beats at this realization.
i, a victim of dictatorship
created by the society i constitute.
my mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters
uncles and aunt
and those i hold true
whose conduct now confuse me,
plunge me deeper into darkness,
deeper into the pit of ignorance,
ignorance of the very soul that makes me
driven by desires unconsciously sown in me.
soon to rob me of my heritage,
steal me from my religion
that stole my belief,
that stole my faith,
i don't know this road i now travel,
this shadows i now follow.
am not what i am
or who i am,
i am who i seem to be,
not me.
Truly ninety percent of the world population are only what they seem to be; great talent, keep it up.
A very strong panorama you presented us with! In life, we all go through similar experiences and we all find the ways to move on and do something for ourselves and our countries! We are the only hope, especially when we are young! 10+++ Keep it up! You have a great poetic talent! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City!
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4/18/2024 6:58:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You don't even need to spell correctly, i adore this poem. relatives plunge me into darkness too, everyday, so i know what you mean, but they must not destroy you!