No Regrets…

I am a crossbreed of gifted and greatest,
A saint from the west of a vast land,
My roots are laid parallel like braids on her,
I yearn for freedom,
My expectations are no lesser today than they
were yesterday,
I wake with hope that this land overpowers the
choke-hold it finds itself in,
That people believe in the letters U N I TY rather
than cry foul over the establishments and successes
of ordinary persons like U n I,

I strive with a sort of 9-5 grind though I finesses
words on paper,
Not a legend yet but I constantly brew pieces of
greatness,
I say it as it is no hold backs,
No Anyidaho in my spirit though I write to give
my brothers and sisters the vim to have their own
voices back,
By any means necessary, our time here won’t be
spent being petty,
Won’t be spent acquiring PhD’s to PHD others,
the dream was always to stick together,

I relish the day racism will be a thing of distant
memory,
An urn of ashes swallowed by the souls of our
ancestors who hear our cries and bear a portion
of our pain,
Do you see, feel or hear that rain?
Those tears beating our roofing sheets,
Pounding the earth and flooding each and every
corner of our streets,
Let it be known those tears are the reason we are
still here,
I mean yeah many have perished but for what is
worth you are still here,
Still searching for that Nirvana, that pot of gold,
Still stacking bricks to be the landlord not the tenant
always against the ropes,
Still not giving a flying flip over how long the road is
to get to the summit,
If Afadjato can be conquered then trust me, the
obstacles in our way don’t want none of this,

Just like you, me and the man sitting next to
my man,
Truly we can,
Force tomorrow not because it’s not promised but
because we were built for it,
Face tomorrow because today just like yesterday
we lived,
we learned and we rose through ashes irrespective
of falls and gains,
Through wires and hell-bound fires we stand not burnt,
Kings and Queens and our competition is a toss up
between the images in the mirror and our silhouettes
it seems,
Rise above it all we will and if it’s meant to be, then
surely we will kill;

All limits,
All threats,
No dilemmas,
No regrets