*Sitting by my bed,
Pondering on this day,.
What could be behind that Bible story,
What could it really signify,
That it Comes with so much glory.
*Then the atmosphere whispers to me,
Beaming a bright and glowing smile,
It is the day of the master,
That man born in a manger,
That man who received those peculiar gifts.
*25th December...
What gifts have u brought,
Or u just going to be like your brothers,
Leaving me with bittersweet memories,
Because I've got no cowries.
*Memories of having to watch mum ,
Go out on this day to trade,
A day which every individual has chosen for a holiday,
To honor you and celebrate,
Just so she could put food on our table.
*Put food on our table?
No! Put food on our floor,
The table is for the rich,
The floor is were we find comfortable,
Filled with peace of mind.
*Like a hare,
My friend runs to my house and says;
Daddy is taking me to banana for kids!
Mum added banana to my rice I reply,
And with chuckles we are both happy.
*Life why have decided for me?
Why have u chosen that I be born in a manger?
Am I Christ?
Would I someday be the master?
*Why have u brought to me,
Too many labours,
Working my *** off,
Like an ***
Would I someday get those gifts too.
#purimon
#lightpoetry
#lightpoet
#Thoughts
#love
#MerryChristmas
#Africangirl
#Neversaynever
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 4:51 AM UTC
*Sitting by my bed,
Pondering on this day,.
What could be behind that Bible story,
What could it really signify,
That it Comes with so much glory.
*Then the atmosphere whispers to me,
Beaming a bright and glowing smile,
It is the day of the master,
That man born in a manger,
That man who received those peculiar gifts.
*25th December...
What gifts have u brought,
Or u just going to be like your brothers,
Leaving me with bittersweet memories,
Because I've got no cowries.
*Memories of having to watch mum ,
Go out on this day to trade,
A day which every individual has chosen for a holiday,
To honor you and celebrate,
Just so she could put food on our table.
*Put food on our table?
No! Put food on our floor,
The table is for the rich,
The floor is were we find comfortable,
Filled with peace of mind.
*Like a hare,
My friend runs to my house and says;
Daddy is taking me to banana for kids!
Mum added banana to my rice I reply,
And with chuckles we are both happy.
*Life why have decided for me?
Why have u chosen that I be born in a manger?
Am I Christ?
Would I someday be the master?
*Why have u brought to me,
Too many labours,
Working my *** off,
Like an ***
Would I someday get those gifts too.
#purimon
#lightpoetry
#lightpoet
#Thoughts
#love
#MerryChristmas
#Africangirl
#Neversaynever
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