A Past Of Tear's

Poem By Kayode Benjamin Benorosco

And i opened my eyes agape to the first morning of my life,
On my mothers back i felt the first cold morning dews dat my history will ever record,
Tears was the first visitor, and pain was the knwn childhood friend,
With my young hands i itched my tender eye wit my whole little strenght as if they were nt mine.
I itched and itched wit the hope of getting the pains in them out.
Pains stayed in my eyes wit their vows that they will be there 4ever.
I cried out oceans wit the believe dat my pains go wit the tears.
But their over population grew..hmmm pains were the pest my eyes hosted....Then i grew to reach an undastanding that there was an enemy called poverty...And came to realization that it was a friend of the family...
Born without a silver spoon..gradually grew up eating between thorns....
My future i knoweth nt..my prayers ye knoweth nt..bt a past of tears was my story..my history..a past of tears was my tale...the past i lived was in respect to tears..hmmmmmmm

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