This Life - Poem by Nnenna Okonkwo
Everything I like is either
Illegal immoral fattening or expensive
Should I be free or pensive?
This one life for living
For giving and forbidden.
Later you may say
But why, pray?
For this is the moment for just what is
It is so that fear grips
Like a bind from behind
But mind, it is an illusion imagined not real
Forward on march on lead on
Turn on the spring in your step
The sparkle in your eye the twinkle in your smile
Like children let us play!
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