I wasn't in Tonga
Neither was I in Kiritimati,
But I was the first to see the dawn of the new year.
Heaven has passed me by a hundred times
...
How many times would I tell you
That I am from here?
My father was the Mayor
...
At the face of death,
When the last string is about
To cut off
From the board of the guitar
...
"God must have wanted to update his dictionary, and while redefining the word beautiful, he created you"
For "The beautiful you"
...
I have traveled far and wide
Carrying secrets
and scars
From dry hot lands to greener pastures
...
أكتب هذا مع الأسف والكثير من الحب.
'aktib hdha mae alasfi walkathir min alhabb.
...
Sometimes I get lost within myself.
Behind this brown skin
Is the child that was born, bright
And the boy that fell in love
...
I prefer girls with bright futures
But God the benevolent,
In his infinite mercy wouldn't bless me with one
Except those with overwhelming pasts.
...
Juwan David is a senior web developer at wordpress and a talented writer, he loves to write, travel and develop new websites and apps. He was born and brought up in Kano state, Nigeria where he studied computer science, but he currently resides in Lagos from where he works as a web programmer and also pursue his writing career.)
Boys Like Me
I wasn't in Tonga
Neither was I in Kiritimati,
But I was the first to see the dawn of the new year.
Heaven has passed me by a hundred times
And each time it passes
It drops a gift.
Yet another cross to bear, for another season.
I am a god; I am a weakling
Yesterday makes me stronger than today
And today makes me weaker than yesterday.
I have fallen a hundred times
But not for once did I break,
Look! These are the bruises.....
I am the sun that never shines
The rain that never falls
The boy that never grows...
Nightmare.
I am the plan that never works
The dream that never comes to past
The prayer that never gets answered.
False hope.
Girls likes to paint the portrait of boys like me,
But each time they paint,
They see nothing
Because I am the mirror that never reflects.
Darkness.