Realm Of His Story
/Wrote this poem when thinking about my life
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In a realm of the world
Full with book of stories
The poet take one of the book
It is the realm of his story
Will he tells the World his story
Will the world listen to him
What if they don't?
It left to them
He is the child of sorrow
Whom the world curse
Being suspend by all
Being criticize by all
Never mind what they say
Never care what they do
At least they say
What an old man sees
That make his eyes deep
If a little child climb
The palm tree
He sees nothing
My story is my story
A record of my memories
My story is my story
Both sweet and sour
Soon or later
It will all be a memory
Soon or later
It will all be a history
Love and accept me for who I am
For I know not how to be another
I am climbing the steps
To the top of my pyramid
Just want to rise from the bottom to the very top
Don't want to know what end your rep
My cause is justified
By it nobility
Don't get angry because
I refuse to sell my originality
This is the real me
This is who I am
Don't want to become
Something larger than life
Just want to become
Something real and so right
Life has teach me different lessons
I have hear a sad song
And tears roll down my face
Like an ocean
I have seen wrong
And very little of right
Leave me a space to shine my star
For I seek neither your applause nor your curse
This is my story
This is my life
This is my story
My wellbeing
This is my story
The realm of my story
By Emmatobs
From: Nigeria
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