Arrival Poem by Emmanuel Kabenah Cudjoe

Oh how bad it is to arrive at
this time.
If I knew I would have held
on to my mothers umbilical
cord and feed on foetal
food for a long time

Oh how I wish to arrive
at a time when poverty
is a mere hearsay and
laughter is on the common
houseboy

Oh my arrival in this world
is truly a wrong timing
How I wish I could o back
to feed on foetal food
since everything do not
go my way

life is really difficult
with no one to lean
upon in this world
except my big dream
of meeting an angel.
My education is in jeopardy

OH how I wish i could
end everything but HOW.....?