where i come from

where i come from

 

 

i come from a long

line of proud people

who preserved

their history in songs

of ancestral panegyrics,

and then forgot the words.

so now, we hum a broken

tune.

 

where i come from,

the knots of wrappers

where mothers

used to keep wisdom

are now occupied

by awe-inspiring

curses, and rhapsodies

of name-callings

fit only for folake who

wears skirts that

stop above her knee.

 

the feets of

fathers are empty

because the tales

they tell are now

nothing but stale

half truths of men

who have grown too

rich, and whispers

of things the children

do not care to know.

 

here, juveniles

rid their tongue of

the sharpness of their 's',

and hang around

in the mirth of a

make believe world

where statue-still

images are the measure

of worth.

 

where i come from,

the people are as content

as hopeful people can ever

hope to be.

and in our own way,

we have made the best

of the days and of

the season.

 

07-2017| FATE

 

[Link 1] (https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/6r4bmw/feedback_requested_poem_for_chester/)

[Link 2] (https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/6qzsr5/feedback_request_guilty_conviction/dl278o0/)

I'm from Nigeria if you were wondering.