Why am I Broke?
by Masai Sepuru
You are a man now, they say
We raised you
Now is your turn to aid
You have become educated so you must be paid
Soon you’ll have a big house and a maid.
I am afraid
I haven’t had this qualification for a year yet
I am to fill the shoes my father left.
Why did I bother chasing this dream?
Now I regret.
Continuously worried about next months rent
So much so that I haven’t even unpacked my bags
But the family already been on my case
On how I should renovate the house
All of this has me stressed
Staring at these beer bottles
Unsure about how being educated was supposed to taste?
I am somehow their last hope
They probably think I’ll be on TV.
While I am just stressing about submitting CVs.
Or spending late night’s trying to work on my first CD.
They wouldn’t call me a man, if they knew I am a fan-boy for DC.
They think it’s as easy as ABC.
Family politics revolve around me
How can I cope
When I don’t even have my first paycheck.
Already I owe a years worth of income.
You dare ask me why I am broke?
These are the untold stories of a young man
Who was raised in poverty…
When he is trying to chase a dream.
He is forced to catch up with reality.