Beneath those dark shades
And a fake wide smile
Is a real you
Crying to be freed
From standards and expectations
Those you learned and copied
Crying for you to realize you can create
You don’t have to always trod
A laid out map
Trade them standards for freedom
To be real and do it again and over again
You might need to unlearn, Alot!
You may need a start again
as many times,
Have a little more patience with you
Cling on to grace always abounding
Then you will start to live again.
Storiesitell nyambura ndung’u.