For You Cannot Tell My Prowl Poem by Eche Ononukwe

On my reasoning, you trample;

so will I convince you ethically

that I’m a mast’r for the deals;

if you like you may call me a quack,

but am I a duck that quacks?

For you have fail’d,

fail’d woefully to know

that some learn at different rates than oth’rs.



Delay, delay you’ve caus’d me

while I ought to be on my feet alone;

was it like that in the start

when Heav’n and Earth were made?

They quickly came to be as soon as He summon’d.

But you’ve accus’d me of pride;

what pride is it again,

when I know I can make it

right in any season

to sow and reap for the harvest?



O, you proud devil!

Think not that I have you,

or you have me.

For I now stoop low to conquer you!