Defiance
Pity me notAccuse the finger which had me plucked
Pity me not
Question the finger which had me moulded
Reluctant to be created
For what purpose 'am I here
Eat, fuck, and puke
Or for your amusement
My desires not my will but yours
The glory is always yours
Now I'm sitting here
Here in this empty desolate room
Waiting for the right time of time
Despair intertwine with hope
Apprehension have me envelope
Free me !!!
From these deep inner struggles
Make this life easy
Lest I go crazy
Chess pieces we all are
On this gigantic board of creation
The gods playing mind games
Gossamer line between sanity and insanity
For we never truly choose
Choose who we become
Whatever outcome, we welcome
Above all we reject failure
Firmly affirming success and happiness
Poetry by chuma okafor
Written on 2026-05-15 at 11:42
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