This poem is the voice of a million hearts out there.
The Voices out there that cannot be heard.
Wishes and request of hearts still on the waiting list,
Desires and yearnings taking so much and so long to accomplish,
articulations that are forever overshadowed by fears and insecurities.
This poem is for those out there who got so much on their heart
So much to carry.
This poem is for:
The hardworking student who keeps struggling with his or her grades
The passionate lyricist and rapper who still has problems coming up with lines
The artist giving it one more shot after having lost so many signs
For the poets and spoken word artists fighting to be heard for what seems to be decades
This poem is for:
The kenkey seller on a bad day
The little boy at the foster home,wishing for a real home
The orphanage kids who daily battle the feeling of being cut off.
For the graduate who can’t find a job and its been four years past graduation
For the dejected, frustrated,lonely,hungry and thirsty
For those who can’t afford a three square meal
Always looking up to a heaven they made up in their hearts and hoping for manna
This poem is the voice of mama who cries every night
And holding on to her blanket so tight with a heavy heart
And hoping that her raging husband would once again be mild
That her lost son should find the light
And that her wayward daughter would return to the path of a true African child
This poem was requested for, by the father who had walk away from his family not because he chose to but because he was scared to drag them with him into his dark lonely world
For the father hoping that his child would have to grow up without him would find a place in his or her bitter heart to forgive him when the moment of truth comes
This poem is the sobs of the girl who keeps getting broken hearted and wondering if true love exists
This poem is the alphabetical manifestation of the excruciating pain of the guy who just had his girlfriend snatched and doesn’t know what time it is.
This poem is the positive pregnancy test letter of a confused teenager hidden in the closet, thinking of whether to abort or to keep it
With tears of pain and regret pouring out of her eyes
The supposed baby papa is busy in between the thighs of his next victim
This poem is the left covers of a mixture of tissue,Vaseline and lotion, cucumbers and smoothly shaped bottles owned by they that really want to stop their addiction of self enlightenment but they can’t desist
They can’t resist when the temptation comes calling
For those whose life and their addictions seems to be forever latched
This poem is for they that have a good heart but not appreciated
For they that have a heart fallible to evil but wanting to repent but never given the chance to
For the little kids down the streets with nothing to cover their feeble fleets
for the homeless, the jobless, restless, childless, motherless, fatherless
And for those who smile less
This poem is the handiwork of a activist for those behind bars for crimes they never committed.
for those repentant of what they did, counting the days left off their sentence, so they could come out and show everyone that they deserve a second chance.
This poem is for
The trotro driver And his mate, the pure water sellers, the pk seller, the pushers, kayayoyos,
For all those hoping for a better life someday
For those yet to find happiness
For those whose struggles seems endless
For the millions out their sharing similar pains,stories, wishes and desires that forever remain countless
For those that this poem cant find words to express what they go through
This poem is for them all
This poem was written by one of them
This poem was inspired by one of them
this poem is a message to let them no that no matter how long it will take
Everything will be fine!