“Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lost” ~ Kevin Arnold
This excerpt exemplifies the frustration of the desire to belong, or to be accepted.
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I heard cymbals in my ear
Clinging and cutting through the silence
The peace that I was used to
I was robbed by it
I forgot what it meant to breathe
T0 use my life as an offering to the creator
To break the chain and shame
To turn my back to the eyes of others as they question my existence
The fear of the crowd
The chatter of wimp
Frightened as I look pale
Into the reflection
I made wall from fire
I quenched the passion within me
I traded places
I became numb
I forgot how to feel
As the drought took away
The very source
Of my existence
As I got watered down
Buried by this vain
©Kihek
Kimberly Ihekwoaba 