HOW WILL SURVIVE

By Adeoti Quadri 7 months ago

This is how we survived

 

Our daily bread was not found on the bed,

We survived on the street, Hawking in the hold up

without commission for our hanging up.

 

Our fear for death is uncommented

because we believe the grave is certain,

And the certainty killed our motion

before the calling of the grief.

 

Lagos is not our father land,

But it holds us living under the bridge,

It breastfeeds us daily under our sweat brevity,

The sun has become friend to our skin,

We don't fade, we just remain gravity creativity.

 

We are not born with silver spoon,

And our mother is not the first lady of Nigeria

nor our father is proud to call us boys

cos we are already ourselves men.

 

AFRIKAPOET

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#african

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Adeoti Quadri
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