Let me forge simple words to illustrate
Me, myself and I
I tore the neck of lioness
Because I was fatherless
I rehearse dignity in front of the mirror,
That’s me
I am for peace, I am for honour,
I am for respect and pride
I, the child from anthill
I scream nobody listens
My voice re-echoes from soul deep
I am plus minus memory astonished to be alive
My mind conceives ideas before me.
I extend myself, vigorous and versatile
From ordinary I make extraordinary