Redemption by Okoroji Chidiebere Alexander

We built bridges,
On hills without ridges,
Its an old tale nobody pidge,
All we do is dig,
On digital we’re all big,
While acting like pigs.

I seek to be free,
The media is poisonous,
Freedom they say is costly—
The man who seeks,
Must pay a price,
He who gives must earn a wage,
Here there’s no adage,
Tip from a new usage,
Placed on an open page,
While I work till I’m aged,
Freedom truly is a price.

Redemption—
My own peace of mind,
Abused by the space in the world,
They emancipated me with prettify words,
Words of cords which I hold,
Frame with cold-hands on blindfolds,
They came and said, we’re not bold,
Our mind and soul, they’ve sold,
That’s when I knew, I’m not a gold,
But a toad.

‘Please be higher’,
With a sign far and wide,
Right there with my eye,
With my bodily frets,
I agitated for my life,
A life where we all are equal,
A world where I matter,
A world without barriers,
Where no one is seen as a carrier,
A world filled with fine people,
Who values life, and my chosen career,
A world filled with empathy.

But I’m ill mentally,
And that’s how they see me,
Because I decided to be different,
They abuse me physically,
They say I need help spiritually,
When I’m down financially,
No pity,
All petty
They act pretty,
While I write it down on my poetry,
Expressing my worry,
Cos in return, all i get is sorry.

I walk knowing freedom,
Is not a privilege,
But my right,
Everyday I will keep fighting,
No one can deny me my future,
Ruin my happiness,
My mind is free,
From all abuses,
I stand boldly,
Un-vilely,
Highly spirited for what’s to come.
I’m onboard.