Fear Of Rejection Poem by Alexander Onoja

I woke up and saw me-self in chains,
with new cloths, food, and bed.
A swollen face, my body full of pains,
and swollen lips that bled.

Innocent, i have endured a whole year in prison,
suffer'n cold hospitality under locks.
I was convicted for no good reason,
surrounded by hatred and prison blocks.

We were forced to obey the prison bell,
as it rings, i wonder when this would end.
We suffer'd, go through man-made he'll,
then return to mosquitoes, our mid-night friend.

One day, i received a note,
twas from me son, i was very sad.
I read his words, all the bitterness he wrote,
but i was glad he still call'd me dad.

A week later, an angry guard appear'd,
he called me name, and open'd me cell door.
I came out and just as i fear'd,
sit'n and wait'n was me little boy.

He was sad, his face was stoic,
i felt his pains, but i tried smil'n.
He was quiet as i spoke,
then he burst out cry'n.

'please don't cry, give daddy a smile'
he couldn't but at least he tried.
'daddy's only gonna be here for a while'
he then smiled, i knew i had lied.

At night, i couldn't sleep,
cos i think about and miss me son.
I stood all through, try'n not to weep,
but i fail'd and cried till dawn.

At noon i was sad with a bad feel'n,
i stood and watch'd the yellow sun.
I watch'd the guards, all were smil'n,
i know if i must smile someday, its gonna be with me son.