Inspired by Dr. Chinua Achebe
I ain’t got limbs,
But I’m
a successful writer;
I ain’t
got feet,
And I’m
the world’s fastest runner;
I ain’t
got skills, ya’ll
But I
am an inventor of dimensions;
I ain’t
got brains,
But I am
Albert Einstein;
I ain’t
got ears,
But I’m
Ludwig Van Beethoven;
I ain’t
got a dime,
But I’m
the richest dude who ever lived.
I’m
keeping my head up;
I ain’t
ever giving up.
I’m
tied to Destiny’s apron
This is
coming straight outta the cauldron.
Ain’t
got no monument erected in my name,
But I’m
sure as heck making history.
I ain’t
got noble blood seeping thro’ my veins
But I am
royalty.
Measuring
my actions
With a
surgeon’s precision,
As mysterious
as the eclipse,
Total like
the finality of the apocalypse.
I ain’t
got a face to save,
But I am
a respectable personality;
I ain’t
free,
But I’m
a Pilgrim making stunning Progress;
I ain’t
got no inspiration,
But I’m
spitting poetry like Shakespeare;
I ain’t
got no vision,
But my
every breath fulfils a dream.
I got stranger
convictions
Than the
condemned with his head thro the noose,
Of better
things in store:
Ignoring
challenges conditions
And practically
striving to even the score.
I ain’t
got balls,
But I’m
battling lions three times my size;
I ain’t
got no locus,
But I’m
situated and ready to roll;
Taking up
challenges
One step
at a time,
This fella
gonna hit it big in his prime.
Emancipate
myself from aggression,
Set my
sights on redemption,
It’s
time to make some changes around here.
Step out
on his flyness, that’s me
As I charge
the atmosphere.
I got
no nuclear war heads
But I rule
the world, nevertheless;
I ain’t
got no strategy,
But I’m
confounding adversaries from all angles;
I ain’t
got strong biceps
But the
worlds strapped over my shoulder;
I ain’t
got no incentive,
Still I
rise steady above status quo;
I’m
trapped. I ain’t got a way of escape
But lookit
here, I found Aladdin’s lamp.
Destiny’s
child is who I be-
Descendant
of a royal pedigree.
I ain’t
got no sight of eyes,
But I’m
putting finishing touches to my Paradise
Lost.
I am
the African antelope,
And this
is my jungle.
My antlers
positioned like periscopes
Always on
alert for any rumble.
Danger is
my beat,
Ducking
hunter’s bullets and I’m dancing.
I’ve
learned that when I believe in who I am
I’d
never have to underestimate who I ain’t,
Or stand
in the way of what I can
…or can’t.
Akpan
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