(Written by Obinna Nwerem aka… Young Black Poe)
I have written a lot of poem
It was never my dream
But through the eve of time
I have gotten good at it
Written more than great poets
Each sang different songs
Elegant in rhythm
Some sang of roses, dreams and love
While some shed tears for Angela
But none yet to be published
Though it was never my dream
How can I write of such poems
For people to read yet no-one to
"Wait you will be in papers"
A lady said to me holding my hand
How long must I wait for the paper people
Is this what others had to encounter
I wonder if they wrote for the paper people
But I am a poet
Not because I ought to be.
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