The room is dark,
I can’t find my way round it,
I can’t lay my hand on the touch,
I hear voices all around me,
Sometimes I feel it’s all in my head,
But other times I know I’m not alone.
The struggle to get to the light,
The struggle to be free from my self,
I’m enveloped by the rage in my heart.
The rage which is fueled by bitterness.
I’m bitter because my nation’s still backward,
I’m bitter because my people are racist to their very own self,
I’m bitter because somewhere there is a kid who has just been made an orphan.
I search for the light to set us free.
Free from the darkness which we are in,
Free from our own self.
I hear voices and I know I’m not alone.
One day we would get to the light,
One day we would be free,
But where is the light?
The light is in you .
Nice poem C.
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Lol Amen
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This was extremely deep
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Lol ikr. Thanks for the read
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My pleasure
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Amazing and deep. Nicely written 👍🏾
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Thank you for stopping by
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Good question. Where are the philosophers?
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Lol ikr but who knows
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It’s a sad situation honestly.
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We could hope for the best tho
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Yeah.
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All those people will have a one question … when is that day will come where they can see a brighter light as yu said ?.. I hope it may come soon
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I really hope too
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Beautiful words and inspiring
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Thanks so much
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Thanks a lot, sorry its coming a year late tho
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We are the light fam. We got us.
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Yes o, if we don’t who will?
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I wonder. Perhaps our silly government. Lol
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