Homesick
I was conceived in a paradise of crystal waters
But I was born in an alternate reality
Into a club so exquisite, I have never questioned its authenticity
But the tunes are turning drab
And I am beginning to look beyond the boat into the storms
I had been so engrossed in my birthright that I refused to see the tension and the flames in the air
I raised questions of quantity
About the despair all around; but I got no answers
Just a longing for peace I am not accustomed to And a hope for a better other side.
So, I spoke to myself in stanzas
Positive reaffirmations that get me to-and-fro And they keep ringing in my head saying why don’t you just share
So here goes knowledge of a birthright I was really never supposed to keep to myself
One day there’ll be no more sickness, hurt or famine
One day there’ll be no more ache
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One day there’ll be no need for a hospital bill And our roads wont swallow lives like a snake
One day there’ll be no pangs of hunger and poverty will not rage
One day each orphan will have a father and the broken renewed
One day tear drop rains will cease and hearts lightened by rainbow smiles
There’ll exist a place where the colors of our skin won’t cause a divide and male and female shan’t exist
Where the children all smile and the grass truly is greener
So, I’ll turn heads away from this lie
I’ll walk the earth with no strings attatched
And till I am finally called to my place where the prince with the crown of stars sit on the throne of gold, I will keep us homesick for a place we’ve never been.
✯Behind the Ink✯
Home Sick was not born out of a place of torment, but rather one of someone coming out of a long period of grueling.
[It was written weeks to my WASSCE to remind me to keep working harder as the end was in sight]
As an ode to the religious expectations of the afterlife, it serves as a hope for both the religious and non-religious
Signed,
Just a girl and her pen
