As life goes on, we grow up fast to learn how to move on
Though our differences everyone has a plan to make
We cross fingers, we laugh because we know where we belong
We know exactly which trail we are supposed to take
A whispered voice keep telling me to hold on my dreams
Don’t matter how foes will try to break me down
I should prove my strength to overcome all the screams
I should be the king, my dignity is my golden crown
I’m a colored boy who was born just to make history
Within various and countless sorts of struggle and fear
As my life is complicated, it’s somehow a sort of mystery
As my fate is embellished with violets and my path is clear
The little boy has grown to become a greatest sort of man
His mother’s advices are always stuck within his mind:
Look forward and leave all the wrong thoughts behind
My precious darling son just be virtuous as long as you can
© Copyright 2016 Houcine Ncib. All rights reserved.
Poem / Poetry
Essay / Other
Poem / Commercial Fiction
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