We won’t regret the past
Or wish to shut the door on it
But here trying to hang on sobriety
Tightening the ropes of vigilance upon the next day
Living on the loose strings of culture
Strings that seem never to break completely
Probably owing to the reality of hope
And the dividends of the sweat of a toiling black mother.
We have a race to defend and fend for
A granary of ways to preserve and strings to knot
A mindset to oil and filter
And a generation to come- to be fed with more of the same.
No more closed eyes if I may dream
No more dreams but visions, if I may call tomorrow-today!
Read – Identity – A Poem by Overcomer Ibiteye, Nigeria
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