My father; my hero
My mother; my Angel
My Guardian my friend
For your centuries of support
Thank you

For centuries of love
Self denial and support
That i be educated
In a crazily literate world
And be liberated from oppression
Thank you

For years
I ran your race
Successfully with laurels
Thought to make you proud
Especially amongst your friends
That you be proud
But within, unfufilment brewed

I 'A'ced my courses
Accolades poured on you
As parents of the best student"
Even though it earned me a place
As a valedictorian
I was dead within

Crowded in the hall
Many saw the smiles
The media went frenzy
An academia was born
But behind the smile
Lies a lonely soul
For i was dead within

You never asked who i was
Never exploited my gifts
The reason God created me
You turned me to a machine
"La cram", "La pour"
Then with honours i graduated

I love you Dad
I adore you Mum
For programing my life
That you may be happy
I hated you with passion
I loved you, then i hated you

Tired of the statusquo
My best friend too is
Victims of circumstances
We made to satisfy you
That we may embark
On a journey to self discovery
And truly find fulfillment

As i make to receive my scroll
It is a gift i owe you
Receive it in peace and joy
That i may be free
Free to pursue my course
And take responsibility therefrom

The scales are fallen
Awash with sea salt
Surely i will fail
But in failure i will learn
It is a condiment for success
For surely
Every balloon can fly
If we can just try

My son is a Doctor
My daughter is a Lawyer
I want you to be a Pilot
She will make a great Accountant
The Porters plan you distorted
But HE awaits you
Your time in judgement you'll have
For every was created for a purpose

On the part of self-discovery
Many destinies are tired to mine
Therefore i must manifest
On land the Cheetah reigns
The Sailfish dominates the sea
While the Eagle rules the sky
Each operating in their timezone and space

If you are in my shoes
You have a voiceless voice
Don't worry
Your time will come
Even if they pretend all is well
Play the fool and breast the tape
It will all end in praise

This torment is but for a while
Then you can gift it to them
Your certificates and laurels
Only then can follow your path
Like a Bird iniquitously caged
And fly to the sky
Where creativity and talent reigns supreme