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THE TASTE OF SWEETNESS IN BITTERNESS

Oshunlalu Gabriel
@oshunlalugabriel793813
8 months ago

It’s either the sun has lost its memory
Or it’s choose not to speak of our history
How we hide in its rays each and every day
Just for a daily pay
How it met us on the road in search for a constant fix
Just before after six

In these year’s life morphed into a bitter-leaf that we chew on
Till we misunderstood the bitterness for sweetness and live on
This becomes the rope with which we hang on
The sweet rope of friendship and laughter
The one that makes you think nothing else matters

The rain must have developed dementia when it’s hit the ground
Or left our stories in the soil when evaporation hit down
If not, then it would have tell of how we are never deterred
No matter how much it roars and beat it chest
It would have tell of how we became lion in this game of chess
Calculating our every step

And even though we’re lion; we become the factories prey
Cause they benched our king only to be left with the queen and bishop to which we pray
Although we prayed!
But was met with the deafening silence of nothingness in outer space
So we seek friendship to tend to these bridge between madness and sane
Cause we never experience childhood
But adulthood in a child’s body living just across the hood
In a hooded propaganda of falsehood

Discription: Although childhood should be like fun and all that. but the life In a slum is sure not funny for we, who live in constant fear of death from hunger. we had to work for ourselves, especially when we have no father to take care of these basic things and no matter how much we pray:"manner don't fall from the heavens" we had to go in search for it ourselves.

the only comfort I had as a child is the company of friends I keep, we inevitably watch each others back and joke around making the reality we face then be lite. and I also got my mom who is the queen, who made me keep pushing.

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