Asides everything, I am a child, a human and indeed I have breath.
And yes, I will rather be more of Jesus in a world so darkened by rules of self.
An Octava Rima
Titled: A Child Not a Bean:
I didn't ask to be born or be had
Escape did I think and not to be seen
Do not take away him, my mom and dad
He lays still in sleep, a child not a bean
I have tales so long but it is as bad
Of life, death, wealth, strength, on which shall I lean
An abyss reigns my heart where darkness dwells
But he does know indeed, in him I swell
Samuel Hope Uchechukwu