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Ah history
Your books are open,
On every page, I read about beauty
Beauty born from struggle
Some made truths known
Some made death their God
But through these pages
I wish to be seen.
From the first man
To the current situation,
My thoughts wish to be read
They have more to give
More than words, I’ll give
More than stories I’ll write
They gave me purpose
Oh, history, you are my goal.
Through words, I’ve been reborn
Through events, I’ve been seen
My name is but a light
A light still not seen
My voice is a beacon
A beacon hidden under hills
Why do I lose great mentors
My tongue, I ask you why
In love, I’m unlucky
In words, I’m shortchanged
So, when will I be seen in history
Am I supposed to be forgotten
My existence needs to be known
Ah, history, your pages call to me.
Throughout my life, I have had many friends
But now, they scatter like flies,
To be true, I help when I can
My knowledge I need to impart
My skills I need to sharpen
My voice, I need to train
Listen, you old bones
My spirit needs more strength
My flesh needs less
Ah, history, these are words I see
From your pages saints are born
Saints, I aim to follow
History, awaken my heart.
This was written by our contributing writer, Adiela Michael.
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