Ended Oppression
I'm an outcast in your judgment; A dropout from your school of thought. I’m that fool made out of your crafty designs - You know, I'll never get it right. I'm lost, wretched, But I’m not humanity's garbage! I'm only a visible manifestation Of your endless castigation; And I’ve have come a long way. I’ve left my smile miles behind, Fed my laments to your hankering demons, And my torments I've worn like a better skin. I am that pie abandoned in the rain To rot into a billion bits, But my molecules won't go up in a fouled air: I've become a figurine of your nightmare, A cornerstone of your paranoia, A death you didn’t will come. I’m slow. Your creation has found liberation. © Jude Ifeme Photo credit: spyGhana