My Great Expectations.

My expectations are not the things I want but what others expect of me

I’m a young black girl, who is fighting to not be defined

Either by my colour or gender

Not to be defined by my grades or likes

But I, we all live in a segregated world

Where everything and everybody has sections

Where a faction makes a person not the person a faction

I want to be a free spirit but even spirits have sections

I will like to question why things work the way they do

But I can’t question my maker

Why is that I would love to ask,

But my bible which has also segregated me to the ‘good, proper, better’ faith and means of worship

Has said I shouldn’t

This is the reason why a lot of us are blind, myself included

We only see what a religion, tradition or parent says is right

Even when the wrong is so much more reasonable

Whenever I see a balloon floating into nothingness

I can’t help but feel envy

Because that balloon has fulfilled its only responsibility;

To be free and fly away

The order of my days is confusion

I never know what I want

I only know what is expected of me.

@nkemoyaghire