I’m a foreigner in my own land
overlooked And undervalued
By my co-humans.
I am present but I’m not here
When I’m absent, it makes no difference.
My voice is unheard
Myself I can’t express
Because I’m detested
unwanted by a demeaning set.
In crowds I panic
In gatherings I am sick
I have become phobic
To what once made me euphoric.
Flowers are beautiful
In rain and sunshine they bloom
I am a flower too
But in darkness and solace I gloom.
How can I breathe with no air?
How can I survive when no one cares?
Slowly I wither away in despair
Belonging to no one and no where.
I remain on the sidelines
To the wall I am confined
I am tongue-tied
In other words I am shy.
~ Marvellous Obayuwana
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