Mock me not for my tattered cloth
Tomorrow shall surely pave way
See me not as that dirty toad
Cause my hard work will one day pay.
Gaze me atop your mime and growl
Is this not the path to great heights?
Why crave my fall, delighted foes,
And dine blindly for my poor plight?
I see your eyes weary and thick –
With tongue wet to savor my fall;
Sour it turns, as dry as old silk
I’ve paid the price; the pain endured
Lest you mock me and embrace peace,
Then shall your mind rest with great ease!
Written by: Showunmi Olawale Michael
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.