Precious Chukwudi

Priviledge Slave

My life is a shadow of loneliness

Heart as raindrops on a grave

From the constant bickering of each family member stands

Makes everything hollow

 

                                              Nothing is worth your happiness                                                

I learnt this the hard way

Became anti-social to please his term of morality

Threatened with dysfunctional relationship

I became scared of losing him, so I succumbed

 

Emotionally and psychologically messed up

I became cold, a shield to prevent a fatal breakdown

Things got worse, life became steel

Guess it goes that way

 

Before my sixth year rises from the east, momma had gone west

It made things clear but hard

Family became the ghost of the past

Things got ruffled, greediness set in

No one care but for the sound of raindrops

 

Years walked past with things remaining the same

Then a new formed family

But nothing last into forever

With regrets, causes and hate choking breath

 

My head became wastebasket of questions

Why do things have to be this way?

I didn’t choose this life

Yet it chooses me for what?

As another of her lab rat?

 

When people tell me to be happy and just smile, “it will pass away\"

I keep mute, you never will understand

Until your basic needs become hostages

If I tell you that everything has a sequence of being taken from me

For am just a privileged slave, not knowing when she will be taken into plantation

 

Precious Chukwudi