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#My_Lookalike_Dilemma
Feels like a Curse, since my childhood someone somewhere looked like me, Nigerians call me Ogah, Somalians calls me Their Own, got punished for being a Lookalike, forced to witness my Purity feathers raffled, bruised from inside out, 

fear cripples my bones, I'm never free nor safe, anywhere in this world, voices in my ears, of languages foreign to my own inquisition, cause commotions in mind, wanna break free, run without gazing back, my Lookalike haunts my peace,

troubled from dusk to dawn, shadows peeps through my sanity, I'm crowded by evil, pulling me sideways, trying to reap apart my already confused and scared self. I wanna go home to my mom, into her warm palms as she holds me and assures me of my safety, maybe there, I will die in peace, for there I'm no stranger, nor a lookalike, for there nobody questions my whereabouts or ask my name

wanna go back to my mom's womb, for its the only safe place I have ever been, this world is against me, would have chosen to be different person, came in different frame and pigment, but that's late and irreversible, my Lookalike  made me a subject of scrutiny,

lift my eyes to the most high, underneath waters and beneath the Earth, take me while I still can say my plea, before this world take away my voice and judge me enough and prosecute me for crimes of my lookalike, 

I'm no Lookalike but my mother's son, engrave my my real deeds to my tomb for I'm savaged by a Lookalike curse. My heart drips, drops of my fending strength, ebbing away and I reiterate, I'm no Lookalike but my mom's son
#Poetic_Ink

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