Come off my ways let me walk!
Shut up your mouths let me talk!
I had no parents to call
Yet I still walk very tall
I used my stones for gables
I used my thorns for tables
You made me thread on gravels
Yet I made them all marbles
Why then choose my path to stalk?
Why 'paparazzi' my path?
You denied my becoming,
You had all my chances blocked.
Do I leave you deeply stunned?
Guess you want to hide the sun?
You restrict my daily bread,
And my becoming you dread.
Ha! See Mr. Mediocre,
Faking failure for others,
Yet revel in borrowed garb,
Lacking noble characters.
Come now, ignoble brothers;
Why can't you switched off the sun?
As you oft do with our lights?
Denying our becoming.
Faking failures for others,
He goes about telling lies.
Tales of his unbecoming.
His hideous wish uncovered!
CLEAR off our ways, let us walk!
Shut up your mouths, let us talk!
We had no parents to call
Yet we still walk very tall!
Jude Ogunade
24/09/2025
Nankese, Eastern Region, Ghana.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem