My Nine Months is Up

By NH

I have waited which has seem to

be forever for the day that I must be born which is

today, this small body of mine seems not to be wanting to leave

this isolated womb but my mind is telling me that there is a different

and better world outside of this womb of a mother whom I haven’t yet

met.

I bet she is going to be the best mother of all because it is her who

has been feeding me whatever I desire for these past 9 months,

I can’t wait to be taught everything that she knows, I wanna

know about the earth, mother nature, my nationality &

those who have sacrificed their life just so

that the next generation like myself can have freedom and when I’m

born I do wish to see the open arms of my father whose duty is to

spend as much time with me as possible instead of spending

it on something that isn’t gonna benefit me to become-

a real man, I wish that he teaches

me to overcome myself because it will kill me if I become a statistic,

I don’t wanna end up selling drugs just because I wasn’t

taught any other way to be independent, I don’t wanna gang

bang- against my own culture just because I was

taught that was the only way to solve a

problem,

I don’t wanna end up being some

Body- with a thousand excuses of why I

haven’t got an education and a job and I would hate the most

to end up like someone who is too indolent to think for himself and

expect for things to get done by wishes and

hope.

I want to be strong not just physically but also mentally and spiritually-

I want to be a leader and not a follower, I want to have

a patterning in my life instead of just waking up

in the morning and not knowing what to do

with myself,

I want to be a man who fights

for what he believes in, A man who knows his creator (God)

and last of all I want to be a father and a husband who knows how to

cherish his children and wife because a man with many children and a

good wife is a man with many blessings

and

a good life.

 

Comments

  1. I love this poem, especially the format and breaks in it.

    “I wish that he teaches

    me to overcome myself because it will kill me if I become a statistic,”

    “I don’t wanna end up being some

    Body- with a thousand excuses of why”

    There is such rhythm and perspective here, please keep writing!

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