THIS, I AM

Before you read this beautiful piece, please know this poem is for people who are rejected for their unique ways of life. 'Unique', I say, but many have been rejected by parent(s), family, peers and so on, and termed 'damaged' for choosing a particular way.

They are left alone to wander alone and struggle to survive.

But it is a known fact, that whatever you believe in, continue with it regardless of what people say: u shall succeed.

This is for people like Charlie boy and Derenle Edun (Nigerians) and many all over the world!

                         

                             THIS, I AM

Like the Atlantic Ocean my shortcomings are seen
Like a raven lunatic I threaded always, the deviant path
Unkempt as to defining everything, my ways, to them are sins
Yet I was call not of evil but of good even with my deviant path

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My actions though unguarded, was never meant to hurt
I was neither meant to be perfect, nor even created to be one
I crave for them to look through me, beyond my disgusting being
And see the things I perfected, even in imperfect being

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I was neglected since I decided not to change my ways
My future left unprotected as they shift the pole I leaned
In their heart I was a disgrace and in time they hoped I fail
In my quest to be different I must walk the lonely way

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They interpreted my actions with contempt,
Pointing me towards an unknown future
They persisted my cause toward a vague end, but No!
My mind was made, not the bad they see but the good I behold,

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Down the years it has been glorious with bitter-sweet sacrifices,
Never will I assume the catalyst to see this rose gross in agony,
Rendering the kernel to shed its clothes
But never put it back on itself,

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This, I call to prove that which is proven
Even then I crave their loving heart,
That they consider my passion, so it does not woven,
For I'm clothed by my choice certainly but not to hurt a heart,

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Their perception though, rob me of being the desired lad,
The pillar of my decision was not of evil or cursed
But of blessings; even in my imperfection,
This, they take amiss,

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Though not here to convince otherwise;
I tour the path of elusive one, in their sight
My stand was mistaken, all along
Yet my action vindicated my later

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Above all!
My soul joyed of the love, the happiness, the joy,
The tranquility, the bond that defines my success,
For tedious the toiling took me alone
Yet the rejected stone became the corner stone.

poem by Jerry (twitter: @unclejays00) and KINGwax Oluwadamilare (twitter: @acme_success).