Willed to society by my creators plans,
Shunned and scorned by the palette in their hands,
They expected my whites to remain sullied by their scratch,
Encouraged by no one I push my legs to greater purposes on a land man mines,
Biting and gagging as my mentality fights through societal ills,
Depression always waving hard at me,
I do not know to why I am here,
Why I’m marking attendance on my birth-date and claiming it as my birthday,
Why as though my life feels like there’s more to it in existence,
Why I’m living in a prison enslaved to customs that only makes things worse as life stretches,
Why there’s no abundance, no matter of importance just warriors fighting for ourselves in so many claims of knowledge hoping that it might explain a thing or two whilst we remain living as human,
bothering isn’t it?
Yet we thread the same paths never correcting all those false stats,
Society standing as the biggest colonizer thriving from all things Past,
Why there’s a why to begin with? I can only wonder, I can only remain restless trying to give it excuses as it reshapes me,
But I can never truly stop myself from forever questioning it, of wanting to fix things, to make right of what is,
It is what has led me here, has me tossing and turning, upheaving my mind from constant nickers between thoughts of progress and fear, between greatness and impossibilities,
It is what overrides my system,
What confuses me, what amuses me, what nerves me, cast me aside and swallows me,
It’s what holds me and it’s what I wish to be free from, to no longer face or acknowledge as it’s what destroyed my very bone,
I do not know further from this position than I know of the ones made to this very point,
I chase finality of a conclusion but when shall that come to be and what will bring this raging bull horn of my mind down as it charges to fight a war that it was forced to win?
-Nnenna
Nene's Corner 