I KNOW THERE ARE WAYS.

I KNOW THERE ARE WAYS. In this random world, I know things. Have been up and down like black And the white blooms in the garden are twinless, Like jacks and roses. The story post, a description of life's have been published and polished in bed. A hood of reddish judgments went with no garment. This descriptive phrase portrays my greasing tears In my eyes as a curtain of night falling apart. The pathos was kept in stock, And my body began to soak up the lost, Miserable ode of an orphan. A slum dumpster filled my heart with exclamation; A hole of nowhere teased my hope in a drowning sea of grief. I revolt strongly against those oafish treats of yesterday. Now, I am standing in omen; The presence of God strengthens me For the battles I have yet to face. To it, I promise to be the talisman To hold some magical power to protect from evil. I am better prepared to face this flood Than a rain that falls continuously. I am stronger than the storm That broke every roof yesterday. Lastly, I am known as the woman king In this fight to conquer and save My motherland from terrorism. ©J. Momodu Kromah, Jr.