The Inner Me Poem by Okello Baloyi

Through my mind, I've wondered around the world, lost in translation as everyone else, scooting upon what's in front of us without thinking out of the box, chasing what makes us feel comfortable and the heart be left without a choice.

I'm a spitted seed but a tree grew out of me, unshaken by wind and water, nourished fruits which I can't rip, nurtured for the benefit of polar, history had spoken indisposed about my kind and yet I'm treated as a tree of grapes.