Mystery

Mystery short poem

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I am in a place in my life
Where there is no going back
I am an African, a real black
And I can only pray
That someday
I will look back
Irrespective of all I lack
And just smile
As easy as pushing a dial
Many don’t even know their shoe size
But find comfort and relief in suicide
Where am I coming from
What can bring me comfort
All the way from the land of white and green
And I mean it, filled with lonely nights and greed
I say Live your best
And with God leave the rest
Every human
Man and woman
Far from the best
But all equally blessed
In God’s eyes is a work of interest
Think about this when next you see someone you detest
The mountains’ arms around the sea
The lands embraces trees in a french kiss
Feel the early morning and late night breeze
A new born baby’s sneeze
Trapped in time for a picture’s freeze
What are we going to do
It’s true I am pink and blue
My life is a maze
It is a puzzle
And as it unfolds
As I try to solve
We can only learn from history
We can only learn from mystery.

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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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Funkekeme. I once read about an old wise ship captain who was asked advice about weathering storms. his reply was to keep going. Life is about not giving up. Your poem speaks to the mystery of life. Moreover, it also empowers the reader with the realization of “the lands embraces and “the arms of the mountains”. Thus we are never alone to battle and untangle the mystery. Weeping endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning.

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