Robert Williams (PA) Audio Readings

The first week of September is when I was supposed to show my face; 

Born a month late, they said October 3rd was my curse date

From day one I was gripped in the fist of hate; 

Struggling to make a narrow escape from a twisted fate

Wondering why circumstances had me waiting on the earth; 

til I learned I was the twin brother of destiny, but separated at birth

Left up to me to bear the weight of my worth

A hard task indeed, since even I couldn’t seem to fathom me

Couldn’t question my own conscience ’cause even that was snatched from me

With an identity baptised in pseudonyms that couldn’t tell the half of me

Hell, my own DNA didn’t even match with me

They say I got my father’s frown and my mother’s grin; 

Crazy thing is, I know neither her nor him

I guess that’s why the line between Love & Hate is so thin

Given the blueprint on life but still didn’t know where to begin

Then again, this could explain my aimless search for a trite glory; while chasing the same frivolous sin; as my Life’s Story was written in one sentence; by the state’s iniquitous pen….

TO BE CONTINUED… Asafo Chuma Asafo