by neema mbeyu | |
Published on: Apr 23, 2004 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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Oh they call me crazy, Is crazy my name, No, its because of what I do. I could chose to be what I want to be, Despite my age, height, education, background I have to stop making excuses and face one on one. Does it apply to you? I know and feel that I can do much more than that. Fear sometimes engulfs me and makes me no-one. It seems queer and absurd, I want to make change, but there is this feeling Feeling, pulling me down. A spirit of hope and light Surrounds my heart with joy and passion For a better tomorrow. Tomorrow is in my hands, If I was to turn back the hands of time, I would make it my dream world. But am in control of my destiny, My past is just a bygone but my future is promising It takes me to be the driver of who I want to be. You! I am talking to You Never give up on yourself and be Proud of who you are You still can change and be what you want to be. « return. |