Nine months staring at the walls,
Wondering when my time will be,
Contemplating my next moves…
Strategising a way out!
Nine months feeling worthless,
Rejected and nonexistent.
Who am l?
What am l?
Is there light at the end of the tunnel?
Nine months on the cross!
Carrying a very heavy burden,
Trying to cross the river Jordan.
Soles on my feet, scars on my face
Determination in my soul.
Nine months under a rock,
Incarcerated by politics, family drama,
Socio-economic issues penetrating
Into my already tearjerker of a life…
Nine months learning, enduring, growing.
Up the mountain, down the fountain.
Kicking, screaming, winning, losing and crying.
But wait! Listen…I have a crown in my hand.
I am an African King!