Back when my innocence was everything I played my role,
I knew more than what I told,
I had plans, and my plans had goals,
Counting on my fingers until I was "dis many" years old.
My time froze,
I'm awake, but I was sleep,
She was battling, before I was this many years old,
It's war time.
Set the village on fire;
The girl from the village is dressed in new attire,
Knock knock, it's war time.
I'm coming queen, I feel your presence,
It's not chess without my queen, so imma say it from my chest.
If I got to step over mountains, swim through rivers, walk through blazing winds to make chest mate; then I'm coming queen.
If one fight we all fight that's the protocol:
That "thump, thump, thump, thump, thump"
Mean WE coming queen.
Faith without works is dead, but the village girl without her five is sinister.
YOU ARE READING
Unheard: They Hear Me, But They Not Listening
PoetryExcuse me, can I grab your eyes and thoughts? As you gaze upon these poetic prayers of this silent village boy. Understand that his outside is sideways and flipped upside down all in one. Scream loudly if you can, but I guarantee the village boy has...
