Whom Am I? Or Whom Have I Became
Take me home, to where I was born
There was a time I never new who I was
My identity was merely attached to tribal line
If you know kenya, you must have a defination of what is a tribe;
My journey to civilization started when I flamed myself as a human being;
And stopped thinking like a tribal mafia
If you cut me today my blood is red and not black
People have lost humanity, yet they assume to be human
They are proud to be attached to their tribe or race other than being identified as human being
I fought a lot of tribal battles;
I taught the right education
But they decided to hate me
Just because I never danced to their song
I used to be so bitter
When they attacked my "tribe"
But now am bitter
When they attack human race
God never created a race He created a man
Change is inevitable
Poem by Poet Jayken
© 2020 Ian Muiruri Wanyua