My Life Is Shifting The Atmosphere! Poem by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

In the dark I was born...
In the cold I was wrapped...
Among the chickens I was laid...
My mother with no option she was left...
Pain wrecked her body...
With heartaches and headaches...
She brought me into the world of the living dead..

My life was shifting the atmosphere
A turning point was born...
A lamp of light in the darkness was lit...
A vision bearer for the blind was provided...
A token of hope for generations to come was delivered...
A campus to give direction to the lost was given..

My life is changing the atmosphere
Where the once was darkness...
A little light was lit...
With oil divine it was kept burning...
Brighter and brighter with time it would get...
With this one little light hundreds would be lit before giving in having served both God and humanity...


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