The same motherland that shaped me now seeks to break me,
A stranger hut where familiarity’s a distant memory.
Every step feels like a betrayal, choking my breath,
A reality that suffocates, leaving me gasping for air.
But we’re survivors, weathering hunger’s biting pangs,
Enduring bullets born of insecurity’s sting.
We stand tall, proud in our composure,
United in love for our country, despite its flaws.
My skin, richly pigmented, tells ancestors’ stories,
Resilience and triumphs are etched in every glory.
Like my father before and mother now,
We, the younger generation, face adversity with courage.
Though aspirations are restricted, dreams flourish hidden,
Wildflowers blooming secretly, unrelenting.
Rise, fellow countrymen, weary but united we stand,
Determined to reach great heights, despite soaring challenges.
Our fuel may be scarce, but perseverance is plentiful,
Our spirit is unbroken, like wildflowers that bloom.
Let us rise, and in our diversity, find strength,
For a brighter future, where dreams are free to length.

Marvelous Monday is a passionate writer with a published credit in Written Tales Magazine. His work explores themes of identity, resilience, and social justice.