Poem: I Could Have Been

I could have been so many things in my brief lifetime,

A singer on the church choir or leading a life of crime.

I could have been a drug dealing, wifi stealing, ganja smoking panty dropper,

Who does what he feels and to no one give an answer.

I could have been a shy guy, the kind of guy, ladies, who would always be yours,

The guy who speaks very little but never ignores.

I could have been an artist, painting my life away,

Or a freelance sales representative, selling for Amway,

I could have been a white police, hated by the blacks,

Or a Jehovah’s Witness, selling ‘Awake’ tracts.

I could have been a race car driver, burning up the road,

Or a humble Hindu, reincarnated as a toad.

I could have been a Loada man, you don’t need me but I’m there,

Or a taxi driver, where your comfort is not my care.

I could have been a Rastafarian man, living on ital stew,

Constantly conscious, though the Babylon try to slew.

I could have been a soldier, in that Tivoly incursion,

Shooting a few innocent people yet stating an alternative version.

But I am who I am because of whom I choose to be.

Never let your situation define your destiny.

Be you, be honest, be good.

– Aldeam Facey 2015

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