Who am I by Ogri Mathilda Sarah (@Mathillss)

I'm drowning in darkness
Extinct from Existence
Lost in my history
Lost not in misery
But drowning in the birth mystery

I wish it was a whirl pool
At least I'd get a chance to see and choose
And maybe roll with the truth

Was this a mistake
Am I my mistake
I find myself battling
With physics and science
Nature and Choices
Spirituality and Morality

How can I break from this cycle
How can I fall far from this tree
How can I help her free from worries
How can I help junior from all these psychological trauma

Pretence is my garment
Fake happiness is my lipstick
Sorrow is my heartbeat
And concealing is my concealer

My story has been heard this night
Should I pride myself in disgust
Or hold my head high with this punishment
Blindly he lead the folks

Folks of girls, concubines and slave
All in one he titled them wives
One in, one out
Two in Five out
Each day they learned more
For those who had the choice coped
For those who never did
Ran off holding tight their offspring

Who am I
And Who this she?
That provoked the anger that led to the slaughter of my dearest sib
Slaughter to his happiness
Slaughter to my Queen Mother peacefulness
All for a misunderstanding about a correction

You can never know this story untill I tell it to you
And yes I will tell it to you
But on one condition
That you'd put a stop to a polygamous home
For right now I know not who I truly am

But when I find myself
I will cloak God and preach this gospel of abstinence and true love
For now all I can hear are the sounding jingles of
You are a bastard!
I curse your generation!
Dare touch this seed from fornication
And you shall be hanged!

Well the truth is fornication lies the name we all bear
So pray for us, pray for the men
That controlled they be
Cause for now
I leave for a journey to find out
Who I am.

Who am I
Written by Ogri Mathilda Sarah

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