Hope is in the air, I swear
The suspense I cannot bear
I have a sense of direction
To seek a world of affection
Or will it be rejection?
There lies another question
My obsession
It’s nothing personal
Am I that delusional?
I sob and cry, then cry and sob
Fraught and distraught
I am in deep thought
I will not budge
They should be judged for their racist smudge
Hanging by a thread, all my words left unsaid
Forgetting who I am
To have no foundation!
I thought I found hope, undreamed of hope
Alas, I am never to have a happy ever after
I resigned myself to it
I might as well quit
They question who I am
Just another Nigerian
Regarded by society as second-class?
Knowing I am so much more than that
I am, yes I am
One will never feel the elation of life
Cold as ice, it will stab like knife
Because of my ethnicity I will crumble and fall
Never feeling the sense of belonging
Is this my calling? To be forgotten?
How do I pretend? Be as blind as a bat?
Will my future be bright?
I seek solace
More questions fill my mind
Restrain myself, close your eyes
And look inside
Power! Hate! Fear!
And Hope?
At last, is found -----------------------/*again
WELCOME TO MY WORLD
Michael Iyamabo, 2021
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