Category : Poems

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Sitting in my couch, I reminiscence over the past.
It felt like I had lost.
Damn it, now I know am a burst.

Right from my cradle,
I was indoctrinated never to hustle,
They say no need to bustle.

My life went round and round the same circle.
And I chose not to follow the same cycle.
Oppositions from all sects, it was a huge ridicule. 

Then like a superwoman, my talent made a play.
It was obvious, it was about to be my day.
But they all likened it to clay.
They say all I will make of it is hay. 

I forgot about all distractions.
And focused on my formation. 
Time played it's trick,
I am now in my self acclaimed position. 

Alas!  They look in dismay as I made my triumphant walk.
None could talk, 
Family now proud of my work. 

I can boldly tell the later generation.
It was all my hustle!!!