The Rocking Chair

The Rocking Chair prose poem

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Sitting on my rocking chair, I write from the perspective of a wheelchair thanking God for open doors and cursing people for treating me like a dog on the floor
Sometimes you need things,simple things, good, bad things will come your way, ugly and beautiful things will happen to you, at the peak of it all you just have to relax adjust yourself and enjoy the view,
some people just peeped yesterday they never saw today not many people speak this way it’s only a few, it’s overdue for us to fly and go deep just roll the dice
some say I speak of this life too deep as deep as sleep, deep as the sea or love but you wouldn’t believe what am seeing right now, believe me it’s hard to see right, now, it’s like I woke up in the morning and am trying to find the right words to say to the sky, hoping it snows in Africa, a man can hope and dream can’t he?
we are the gifted ones, are we? some say it comes from not seeing my mom, childhood wasn’t fun so my heart is black as black as wood  from the hood, am an African hope and dreams are all we’ve got just like the books we’ve been through so many storms, some now consider it the norm, if we could see the miracle of a single flower then clearly our whole world could change in an instant with no resistance although troubles are persistent so I write from my rocking chair while my heart slowly wails,
it’s like they forgot about the nails that went through the hands of Jesus, don’t you know the devil is specious he calls you his friend only when he wants to increase the cemetery, success is momentary in God we trust, God be with us.

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I am an easy going person who loves poetry and music,love making new friends and experiencing different cultures and I respect people's decisions and emotions as long as they respect mine am an african and i believe everything i can,i am yearning,learning and earning knowledge in search of peace and wisdom and when i write is when i feel alright.This poems and pages are dedicated to my family, friends, and anyone that appreciates life's joys. I hope these pages make you smile, reminisce, and perhaps shed a tear.
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