Letters

If you agree we’re all different,

Why are we then tested with the same means?

And whoever said this means was valid anyways?

Why am I too dumb for not knowing math’s,

but yet too weak for being vest in literature?

Why am I called lazy for not wanting to write

but called wizard when deriving a formula

Why is it too hard to understand?

That in varieties our passion lie

And we all cannot be your stereotype

Why put us in boxes,

If the rainbow were all one color,

Would you appreciate it better than in different?

Why quantify my level of wisdom with a letter

The same letter for which you’re the seller

Why call me bright because I’m a front seat

And call him dumb because he’s a back?

Why do you feel you’re always right

And why is it a crime or shame if,

If I know better than you do?

Comments

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[Isaac Essoun]

I love this work, Ofem Ubi. You are a great poet. Very soon the world will hear of you. I am a poet, too. Let us link up; let us talk poetry. Send me a mail...

[ofem ubi]

Thank you very much, i really do appreciate that