"My Dream" By: Sapphire

I woke up into this dream called life
and try with all my might to strife to make a meaning out of it, I see several things that ain't right It's so irritating to my sight.

Life where I'm expected to be loyal to my man but I'm not accorded the same courtesy, A place where I believe I know the true semantic of love but what I see I can't comprehend, I see many women leading their households and men acting like cold stones.

Where females going nude is now the order of the day and the decent ones now question their self worth which I wonder.

A place where little lasses are been defiled by sex deprived men, Corruption has been woven into the fabric of the nation and it gets no condemnation.

Religious leaders ride private jets and exotic cars while the members are ridden with scars.

I envision a place where the love I seek isn't a fantasy and everyone doesn't perceive it as a fallacy.

Where men can rise up to the responsibilities in their home and don't expect their wives to build their Rome.

I can't find the perfect words to describe this dream I'm in but I hope it's a dream.

Artwork By: Ibe Ananaba

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