Why I was pushed

WHY I WAS PUSHED INTO THIS WORLD.

If you want things to change in your life, you have to push. Where there is no push, everything remains constant. The change you desire may be in the next push – effort you apply. Be law-abiding, but push to be the best you can be.

Enjoy the poem.

I can be hesitant, so I need to get pushed

Maybe I was supposed to be born in the land of Luther’s dreams

But I am here trying to make oil mix with water.

That’s why sometimes, I have to be pushed “to start”.

Happy to let go, Dad pushed into my mother’s womb

Nine months later, she let go, and I was pushed into the Doctors hands

I came out bloody, wrinkled, tired and quiet

Till a hard smack from the nurse pushed me to start crying.

Without pity, they pushed sharp needles into my butt

Push artists surnamed Nurses and Doctors

Then they almost drowned me by pushing into water

An atrocious horrendous act carried out in the guise of “bathing the baby”.

As I grew, Mama pushed me into the arms of women

Who pushed me back when I started grabbing fistfuls of their busts

Mama pushed me around in a pram to be smiling to strangers

They pulled my fat cheeks left and right saying “fine boy” when I was “an angry boy”.

Beans and weevils were pushed down my throat as lunch

“They are vitamins, that will help you grow” I was told

“Is this the hair you combed” big Auntie always asks

A precursor to the forceful combing of my hair which has now left me bald.

Too much malfeasance got me pushed out of the house

I ended up in a school whose motto is “keep pushing”

Where “morning tea” was freely served to us for “spoiling the register” with lateness

The dance drama that later ensued was because the cane teacher’s “tea” was too hot to drink.

School eventually pushed me into life’s hands

Life pushed fantasies into my head

Which pushed my hands to labor under the sun

So that my mansions won’t remain built only in my dreams.

I also push words into people for a living

Words that make nobodies push and become somebodies

This is the purpose for my being pushed into this world

Till old age pushes me hopefully into paradise.

SELAH.

©️ Ovyay (2019).

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