I Am The Best Of Myself

I am the one, the light, the diamond that glows in the dark

They threw me out but I built a shelter with the bricks they rejected

I am the one they still hear, the sound of the music in the CD they ejected

They spat on me in the streets but I showered in the cold rains

They smashed my heart but I still had blood flowing in my veins

I am the one, the bolt cutter that conquered all their chains

They stopped me at one but I became the master, I made it to eleven

They took away my voice but I still sang like angels in heaven

They stopped paying my tuition fee but I still am the talent I was given

I am the one, the artist, the poet, the one who is self driven

They showed me two roads but I took the third one

They took away the bullets but I still cocked the gun

They called me a bastard but I was still my mother’s son

They only showed me storms but I still waited for the sun

I am the one; the man that did what they thought couldn’t be done

They hid the stars but I still made a wish in the darkness of the night

They stopped the wind but I still floated in the dry skies like a kite

They chained me and paralyzed me but I still stood up to fight

 Blind folded, I still painted their black with my brilliant white

They even denied me a student visa but I still booked the flight

I am the one, among VIPs. The guest of honor they did not invite

-Edwin Onyango

Beggars's Status Quo

So, he asked them to bend over and they did

He knew all they had was heads filled with sewer liquid

I don’t mean to be mean but yes, they were all stupid

He asked them to play dead for the late night show

But to please him they actually died on the stage!

The next crew was a cluster of idiots from Stone Age

They read the white blank book page by page

And when they came across “Aaarrrggh!” his rage

They ran like headless chickens. No! They ran Like Hell

Another group of imbecile buffoons did the same as well

They later had a “turning point” realization of his magic spell

His vast wealth, his Money and his ultimate power,

His knowledge - Something they knew nothing about

Not even street smart! They were all life lessons-dropouts!

He delayed their peanut salaries but they still stayed

He broke their legs but they still danced to the tunes he played

Too ignorant to notice that a soul for fifty shillings is not a fair trade

They filled his Jacuzzi with their painful tears and sweat

They painted red roses on his walls with their blood

Just to show his gratitude he fed them rotten spud

They addressed him as Sir or even better, Master

Some of them were peasants. Even worse, beggars!

He laughed at the popping sounds of their blisters

They joined in with (we are used to this) laughter

They were stupid but good actors. They suffered!

Beggars’ status quo, beggars down on their dry knees

Beggars’ dictionary, defined him as the only help

And their favorite words were Sir, please!

-Edwin Onyango