by Alpha Bedoh Kamara

Created on: October 31, 2008

I just feel being me

Cause the tide seems rough

The water fatal to touch

Though the feeling longs for more

I just feel being me

December comes too cold

But the harmattan biting hard

With no company to massage my bones

But the feeling of the man

Found dying on the sand

With no hand to hold his head

Shivered my memory

And hey! There goes him

Who chose to be himself

When the tide was rough

The water fatal to touch

Though the feeling longs for more

He just felt been himself

In too cold December

But the harmattan bit hard

With no company to massage his bones

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