Dear Mama i know you must be in tears,
You enthroned me in Grace as I exited home,
It was in a bid for financial salvation,
Tired of burden of dependency,
The crowd volume skipped my heart,
But struggle was a trademark,
I squeezed my way into the path of victory,
But i came into the terrace of rest,
There came a conquering stifle, drenched in my gasp for breath,
It was sweat and blood,
I hit the floor in voiceless screams,
