I ought to be going…going…going!: A poem 

Thank you all, for never acknowledging 

Thank you all, for never respecting 

There is a pain that I tried so much to hide 

But it is taking everything inside (of me) 

I just had no glory days with you all… 

Never did you care to think about my fragile wherewithal 

But I showed strength at every length 

Unlike you all, only thinking about yourselves for accent 

I just copped it all, thinking it was my duty to you all 

But look it’s only evil one way or another standing tall 

And I asked for nothing in return from any of you 

Did you all think I deserved shame, blame, torture, cruelty and splitting in two? 

The torture is taking the life out of me 

And how should you think I’m strong with all the treachery (as well) 

You must all know, for all my knowing…knowing…knowing 

I really ought to be going…going…going 

I feared no one, not even the treacherous deep seas 

But the torture is bringing me down to my knees 

I was so brave that I never became slave 

Even though you all wanted to bind me like a tsunamical wave 

So, for all my wisdom, and sense of duty and righteousness 

There’s no one that me, God, wants to bless (anymore) 

You all should be knowing…knowing…knowing 

That I really ought to be going…going…going!