Believe me not
Studying our cultural dance
A blissful excitement when we had the chance
With our old ball which we did patch
Even with our little touch
Holding clothes which never match
We appreciated what we had
Not envying people’s past
For we knew we had travelled from afar
Believe me not
Believe me not
Slaves we are
Taking knowledge from the aged
In the midst of torments and boldness
Reciting their story as predators
Walking and hustling on the street
To fight monsters and sometimes lawbreakers
Just to get something to the hungry soldiers
Believe me not
Believe me not
I have a story to tell
A slogan to sell
But rumours and gossip make it tall
Thinking that will let me fall
Like a toddler that sweeps the floor as it crawls
Not knowing the journey to adulthood was short
Believe me not
Believe me not
As I carry wisdom and thoughts
Passing through a valley of deadly rocks
With fearful roars
Sometimes going with hops when I was knocked
And finally but gradually I came to the shore
To persuade monks
With rhythms of dangerous songs
As we untie the knot
Believe me not
Believe me not
Grazing the land as flocks
Sometimes our skin gets rot
Being shy of our odds
Society becomes shocked with our struggle
Thinking we are too young
And also because we never gave up when we fell.
With our last breath, we pushed on
Surviving hunger with the last gourd
With our wounds we never mourned
Because we had a healing God
Who always comes to our door anytime we call
Believe me not
BY:CAMARA BARNES
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