AIMING MY TRIBE NEVER BE
Many years I have come through, weathered
Raged and weary but dogged and determined
To move beyond societal destined prescription
Through restricting beggars principles to abide
I made my bones; draw boundaries of my own
From which I have endeavoured not to strain
Even as the bands I made of my friends have
I refused partaking as sheep won’t with wolfs
When I look behind counting lines I crossed
Seeing what obstacles I have strivingly devilled
Knowing this short journey called life is a raffle
Pressed I must to gather strength to do the bits
What burning the fire in me can consume such
That my demise would have not mine foraging
His mates garbage pails to make decent living
Plenty of which I have, do and would see as be
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