I am sick and tired of the pain from the cane
My tears shower endlessly like the rain
My clothes are full of red stains
Why are my parents so wicked?
Is it because of my strong head?
I wish I was dead
Then all this suffering would end
I am weak and bitter inside
Whenever I commit an offence...
I hide...
In order not to be punished I lied
I wish I was given another chance
So there will be a way of repentance
Now I'm heading for distance
So that my past will not be a remembrance
And my parents
will now know my importance
Composed by Samuel Pibowei
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Wow. This poem is wonderful and I think Wole Soyinka should be scared because he has competition :). This poem is just too good. Thumbs up to samuel
ReplyDeleteMy name is tseshi and I was just reading this poem and thought to myself Wole Soyinka should be scared because he has competition :).....thumbs up samuel
ReplyDeleteI think your poem is really nice. All in all I can say you have great talent. Kudos,thumbs up. But lyk seriously are your parents wicked?just askin.
ReplyDeleteWell done Samuel.
ReplyDeletei cant stop reading this poem. you have done well pibowei samuel. thumbs up!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteWOAH!!!! The poem is amazing. Wishing you all the best with your talent.
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