Am I destined for a life of shame?
Disrespected simply because of my name.
Words cannot shield me from this world of pain
That is Inextricably linked to my past again.
Am I slipping into a life of crime?
Listening to violence in songs in Grime
Hardened gangster lost ,thinking there is no other way
While songs of the mourners strum solemnly as the guitarist plays.
Pressure, pressure is all I say
As trouble lurks and I am trapped today.
Another stint at Her Majesty’s bequest
Where I will serve seven years at the Judge’s request.
So, where will I go when my time is served?
Back to the neighbourhood ,will I lose my nerve?
Or face the family that lost their son
When I took him in and his life was done.
MARYANN BOSAH 