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A Chick in a River.
So tiny was I.
Happy could I remember
Forgetting my hen
And accepting to be a duckling.
Notes and coins I never shed for
As the ecstasy of life, all I saw
Filled and filtered,
Pampered but blind to see the truth.
Behold, it happened,
Crawling; then flying goes time
With births for a new light
To turn me around.
Readily ready was I
All for the inevitable.
Brighter and brighter beams in the sun
As my sockets began to receive them all
Calls and news of liberation
A call of self identity
To see the crown above
Which had not my siblings.
Suddenly drops my utility
For a discovery I had seen
Deceit I had lived in
My identity was I to find
Behold, I had been
A chick in a river
poem
by
Omolola David
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