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*The Sad Reality*

Nothing on it's own is good or bad in life, motive justifies all.

We knew how to reverence trees and winds, we were okay; but they said it's wrong and we didn't complain.

We took off our identity and identified with them, giving our all with open mind and wearing white even when we're black.

They said we didn't do it well, they made us afraid of ourselves and still paid us for deceiving us.

I grew up knowing nothing of my own but what I was told. That made me scared of living my life but their life.

As I tried to understand why I look like my father and not myself, my mind hated me and I became desolate.

Everything I did on my own was wrong. I did what people made me do - what they say was right.

I asked what happens when one sleeps and doesn't wake, they said it's bad but the bad becomes good when I'm grey and my testicles weak.

Confused generation. We know how to live by the odds but afraid to create our bet.

We grow up trying to please someone and spend our lives playing the pretence game.

We never realize what we look like or can be because we were programmed to be slaves in our freedom while nature laughs at our complexity.

Love is the only thing that makes us act like us but even in love, we murder our trueness by "trying to be"

Only if we can go back to being naked, maybe we would discover our originality in our private parts.

The sad reality is this, in life, we never lived, we only acted the roles giving to us by different people at different times.

Life is a movie, we don't act our part but what is in the script and the script is called *what people will say*...

©Achi Gp Nuel.

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