Tribulations Of The Geniuses Poem by Micheal Olaniyi

All eyes on us
so the status must no fall

many waves and distractions
but still we hold on our words.

The task to stand is high
so the work day and night

some view us like a gold dust,
some hiss on us from their envious thought.

But when the tribulation surfaces
to disorganize the geniuses

we pretend in most cases,
beaming like all is well through our days

burdens are much those times
so we come low at time,

we play around like babies,
when we ought to frown our faces.

We smile when they judge us,
but they know not the rudiment to be on top.

We try balancing our socialization
with our primary education,

that's why am here smiling,
when all i ought to do is cry for my lapses.