In a battle for my voice,
I stand as a shadow.
Watching through the glass,
I am in search of my soul.
I am trapped in a glass,
I miss walking on the grass.
You think because I smile
I am fine,
I have no choice but to shine.
I am treated like a property,
Maybe it's because I was born in poverty.
Now I have reached puberty,
Maybe I'll see liberty.
But let me not rise my hopes,
I am still in the backstage.
Was I born as a curse?
I have two lives to live,
One of sorrow and the other
Is of pretence.
I wonder will I ever catch happiness,
Let me get back to the stage,
I have teeth to advertise.
I am Mdue (the rising star)
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Comments1
indeed, you're all Due
for those millennia of shooting star
equality, wishes
to be realised...
and one day, those teeth
will be as genuine, as the hope
in your dreams, till then
shine Bright!
and make the stars jealous
dear Poet
Thank you, I'll keep on rising and shining for sure
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