CELEBRATE ME ALIVE.
Celebrate me alive When life and love was death, for I was afraid to be born is to die In mummy’s thick belly I lay And on mummy’s thighs I knew all wasn’t well
Celebrate me alive For I came to live I was born and not hatched Against all odds I made it from the scratch With no one or anything to help me with something But after my goodbye, everybody wanted my everything
Celebrate me alive for I had a family who ignored my joy rapidly for their so called busy schedules Indeed I made it up
HEY!!!! You imposters of loving heart Where was my community when I toiled the streets In the absence of all my needs I saw them as me, though they were clothed well Just Needing a push to go through the ambush I would have loved to be celebrated alive Till when? When the Almighty certifies my life with a quash? Am tired of all your afterlife flatters, For I needed them most when I was alive.
Fiagbenu C-K Poems