The Boy Who Won Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

He came,
in mist of others
Who eats on tables
The sole of his shoes
Crying for help
The leather held on
Only by a little strand
His shirt loose open
Even when he tried frequently to talk it in
Perhaps, no coin to buy a button and fixed it
His short worn out
And the back of it developing eyes
His socks has workout their money
He comb his air nicely
Not because he wouldn't like to cut it low or short
But that, the coin wasn't there for father to spear.
The boy who won,
Hasn't no gold
Nor a silver spoon
From a local public school, neglected and abandoned
He wasn't just like other
Probably the privilege ones,
He hasn't what they had
But he had confidence
He believed it is not in Cambridge nor Oxford
But in yourself
That if they can, he too can
He doesn't need shoes to stand with them
He only needed the legs and he had them
He needn't no cap, but just the head and he had it.
He won!
And he won scholarship
And he won prizes
And he won praises.
The boy who won, was not from up town
Only from neighbourhood,
The ordinary boy.

-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu, The Advocate.