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The Life I Did Not See
Ike K. Osuchukwu |
I was a missing sonnet and was fourteen when the rhyming stopped.
I became a free verse snubbing gravity
Just falling freely, getting bruised by the air
I landed on a heap of sand yet I was unable to pick up a grain.
I rubbed shoulders with stars and couldn't hang my wagon on any.
I embraced winds from the east and west yet didn't breathe any in.
Mermaids all legends of our times always seemed to surround me
But in spite of all my efforts I was unable to see or speak to one.
As time went on, I became a riddle that had no solution
Only multiplying questions and no answers.
Birds would land on my palm to pick the gifts heaven gave to me.
People would tell me to cross the river before wiping out my tail.
But while everyone else wished to get whatever he or she wanted.
My own struggle was to know what it was I really wanted.
I turned down good and bad as defined by anyone else
Because I was not sure I knew the difference between the two.
I became sad and lonely in a world full of people
Until I met a city man from the gallows of the ghettos
Whose plight grotesquely informed me of how sweet my fate had been
Now, life smells like the taste of hot chocolate lying upon my lips!
When you think you've had it bad
there's always someone whose had it worse
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