This is my story

Sad is the man who is asked for a story
and can’t come up with one.
So this is my story
please listen carefully
I am downright disgusted
at the monster I became,
struggling everyday
to poison myself,
abusing drugs
and being completely insane,
Took a sip of liquor
thought it would make the process even quicker
but all it did was make my mind even sicker
made all my feelings and thoughts
get placed on a shelf
way back in the back of my mind.
Growing up, I’ve seen wrong and very little of right.
I would hear a sad song, and tears roll down my face.
I would look in the mirror and feel so out of place.
I didn’t want to become something larger than life.
As a child I was abused and misused
Turned and looked at always being accused
I know what it feels like to be put in that situation and not being prepared
Taken advantage of, dreams ripped apart
picked up thrown down like it’s some kind of art
Gave in at the age of twelve
My dignity was all I keep to my self.
But now I am pulling out all those files,
and analyzing them for quite a while,
because I haven’t worried,
or cared for me in a very long time
and I now realize,
that’s one of the most,
ultimate crimes.
So I am at a shop buying a pen not a cigarette
putting my foot down no more foolish antics
Finding happiness getting respect
Looking forward to life not knowing what to expect
I’m climbing the steps to the top of my pyramid
Though my mind is still pondering on what’s going to happen
Because this it will all be a memory
Sooner or later it will all be history

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Joan Kwamboka

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