KNOW MY PLACE – PLAY MY ROLE

I know my place
I tried multiple times to walk in another mans shoes and it bruised my heel
The pain from trying to pretend I am something which I am not continuously hurt my soul.
Walked the wrong path for so long I lost my trail
As they say, “na person wey wear shoe know where eey dey pinch am”

You see I knew my place but I did wish I was someone else.
What’s wrong with me wanting acceptance from the white kids in boarding school.
What’s wrong with me wanting to be the teenager the girls also looked at.
What’s wrong with me wanting to be a bit smarter and do well in school.
What’s wrong with me wanting to be respected by others.
What’s wrong with me wanting to be skilled and rich.
What’s wrong with me wanting to be loved as much as I loved.
What’s wrong with me wanting to be
What’s wrong with me wanting
What’s wrong with me
What’s wrong

I was wrong
I was wrong with me
I was wrong for wanting
I was wrong for wanting what I wasn’t

That wasn’t me, I wasn’t crafted and created for that.
I knew my role, my place and lane and what I was created for.

I am the pawn on the chess board.
It’s that black and white.
I am the sacrificial piece.
The experiment among the children.
The one who carries the black tax.
If someone was to be Judas to Jesus that is my role.
Never the cool kid but good enough to be the forgettable class clown.
Not that stupid but not intelligent enough to stand out.
Big enough shoulders to bare the responsibilities of a Nigerian first born but not a strong enough back to carry his dreams.
Half talented but not enough talent to build on.

After hurting my toes multiple times wearing another man’s shoe I settled for mine.
Embraced my role and walked my path.
Sometimes I smile, to mask the pain of wanting to be someone else.
Other times I smile, knowing I am playing my role well.
And if, just if I am lucky I might be promoted to a Knight if I make my way to the other side.

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