Poem by Nduka Victoria
©️ Pennacle, 2021
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This is how we emerge
When the expectations our fathers planted sprout
This one a slender bamboo
The other a sturdy oak
This is how we grow
Like hungry tendrils we gulp support
We cling to the laws that hang from our mothers' lips
But when our trunk is firmly rooted, or so we think
We wear defiance in all its seven colors
And chant the wild song of rebellion
On good days we yield to the sculptor's chisel
Layer by layer we shed our immaturity
When our inadequacies have been chipped away
You shall marvel at the masterpiece we've become
