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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