Ere Me, I See My Hell
(Series: A prisoner needs love)
I got wild – called for a spice
Told my chest to set my heart on fire
I need not to be white – I need to be black
When I saw the assembly of slanderers i want to face.
I raced myself to the elders
Took portions of advices to wrap it up
In a grain sheep wool to weave / around a white cloth
Strapped with a black and blood thread / snoring in a calabash.
God answered the prayers of leaves and grasses
The freshness of a new soul / but a seed of my fire has been sowed since my feet took the race
A step cut firewood
A step grew fire
A step grew fangs
A step intoxicated the head of the fire
A step launched obsessions for imagination in my head
A step encouraged a guilt feelings that is clearer than the sky.
Before me I see my fire lingering in good spirit
But with enthusiasm I want to sip my coffee watching
Copyright © Ismail Junaid Oluwadamilare | Year Posted 2022
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