By Salima
Drammeh
This is the beginning of a journey
That led to desperation
Neediness
That took away your mood
You relented
Because no one knows
The pain in-between
Which never stopped you
From loving that soul
Whose existence caused all this confusion
Such is unconditional love
When it pains the most
Just push
Her pain started with flash backs
She was forced to be strong
Why was she denied the truth?
That to be human is to be weak
To depend on your own independence
To submerge and manifest
In your own world
Carved by your own mind
Which was defeated
But her heart submitted
To the will of freedom
That was rumored to be an illusion
When it pains the most
just push
Your will rosed with the sun
Your mind alerted to run
For the fields that were
Green and
Free and
Real to a degree that
That every face glows from your return
You’re a hustler
Alone in your pain
Accompanied with hope and faith
You dodged death
You stayed alive
So they survive
You pushed when it pained the most
Life offered you nothing
Sometimes
You feel your existence is a mockery
A misery
From socery
A motivation to giving up and letting go
Nelson Mandela led a similar life
For 27 years
You are just 20, 30,40, 50
He is who he is because he pushed
He pushed beyound
The dark
The trauma
The pain
The fear
Beyound pain there lies a secret
Be it that baby
Be it that paper
Be it that degree
Be it love
Just push.
