Teenage hood

I recall my messy phase

The mirrors couldn’t look at my face

I thought I had a mental case

Then relized later,

That I was safe.

My present was like waste

But I had to secure my futures name

And my dreams I had to chase

Once again…

I partook in my hardest race

Just for my name to be raised

I could feel myself fight

Just like it was my right

I was breaking free!

Who can relate?

Busola Robert

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