I Made It

Mama I made it!

I've become the talk of the community,

made it into the spotlights,

flickers on me and severe microphones,

punchlines and TV headlines.

Mama I made it!

I've become the racer you wish me to,

hiding from blows of slums and sounds of sirens.

I made it to the market square,

With burning tyres around my neck

and planks like boys scout campfire.

Mama I made it,

I made it to the court but not the lawyer,

not the lawyer you drew on my board.

I made it to the sectorial with laced tears,

with crime on my head not wigs.

Mama I made it!

finally I've gotten the uniform,

Is this not the one you've been craving for me?.

Amidst my peers guided by forces,

with cutlasses, brooms and hoes,

no aims to harvest what we're planting.

Oh Mama I made it,

I made it to the dangling rope,

to the high stool and masked hood.

I made it to pastor's and clerics sermon,

to beseech the heaven gate for me.

I made it to the cloaking clock,

here i am swinging lifelessly in the wind.

Oh Mama!

Join me to celebrate my dooms,

as I've found my way to the dungeon,

the one grandma and grandpa were laid,

white clot on and a creaky wooden tomb.

Mama if only you had cared to buy my dreams,

ordered for my hope and refurnish my fate,

I wouldn't have made it this far,

"live life the way you can" 

is the words you nursed me with,

While you live with hemps and cocaine,

showing me one father per day,

a green leaf for candy and lighthened smoke.

Now I've made it to the dungeon,

If you see my mama tell her I made it!.

© Khalid