Born and raised in a wired clan

Where what to do lay silently

On people’s table…

Grew up to a larger clan

Where what to say rest boldly

On people’s mouth…

Looking beyond the sea

I saw an age mate who lives

Freely like a bird in the forest.

And while I think of his state

A solitary tear walked down my eye

Many years have I lost living

According to your standard

Now I break free from that shackles

What I do or say requires

Just an approval

And that’s MY APPROVAL not yours.

 

© Bard Tosin Morakinyo