Where I come From

They say we are good people,
so friendly, lovely and accommodating,
yet their songs has deny us our senses,
that we fail to understand who we are.

They say our smiles flows with love
when they call us by name
or just passing through our clan that they prayed to become one of us.

They say we are great nation
with so many potentials, talent and resources,
yet poverty has become part of us,
that their song is somehow strange in our ears

Broken Enough

I hold no grudges
my hands are empty,
this smile is all i have left
but my tears is so hard to forget.

While you are busy writing down my faults,
my mind is celebrating my innocence,
beautiful tomorrow, lovely children, scent of abundance and unending laughters.
What more can i say,
your stunt won't change a thing,
I have been broken enough.

Copyright Abel Udoekene
(cuttings from where I come from, a poet diary)