Politeness and Plight

What dream should I have if not riches?
What’s more oppressing than meagerness?
What a life without stresses?
What’s a seamed fabric with a torn heart needy of bridges?
What’s bigger; fear for theft or loneliness?

Touch the clouds, for I will touch my heart
Let the rains pass the love, held so dearly from the heavens
Kisses on your cheeks I mem’ry, when the last day was merry
Should I ignore the pain and ‘act like a man’?
Not only did I lack a chance for ‘I love you’
But also bidding you bye for your long gone journey.

Mother’s day comes first, I have much to say
Seconded by Daddy’s, should I speak to myself?
A legacy now I bear, one I’m not worth to share…

Pictures of smiles staring, ghosts now hovering
Tears! Medicine of the heart? Or washers of the eye?

Childbirth, a greater panic I carry, excellent!
Fighters you both were, what for?
My education, then what?
A family of mine, for whose pride?
A lifetime boundary, a plight I see.

Politeness in years of slavery, serving 9 yet 12.
Is my day up next? Silence means no; I was taught!
If God truly exists, extend my greetings to His son
For the sole life left to live, guide me through.
Nonetheless, Politeness and Plight, a sentence of doom