Lyrics of a Sinner 2
(Series: A prisoner needs love)
I do not have wings to fly
yet my sins are enough
to soar me in the sky higher
shoulder to shoulder with the big birds (plane)
call me a vulture
call me a vulture
I am chickenhearted but I prefer
to chow a chicken heavily garnished – onlookers, no!
and when a bystander stands to see
I stood my wings to fly
hoping to not return to the black dish
but still call me a vulture
Remember to call me a vulture
just as I left the black dish
miles away I never flew far
another aroma found its way into my tiny nostrils
still shy to be caught by wingless beings
my beak saved my rumbling stomach from a perishable hunger, I flew,
call me a vulture
I still am a vulture
vowed against odd sins
old scenes appeared on the screen
bigger and brighter than a sunny day
no new acts, same but different characters
myself as the main character
doesn’t the vulture deserve an accolade?
My vulture now seem heavily pregnant
after I lost count of how many devil
who made love to me – unprotected
I preferred their same hen (semen)
to notable notes of the world / while at times just a chant of my praise soothes my heart
I heeded not to the voices of those men
who married to their chests ancient books
my due date to child birth may be unknown
but my doom’s day is just a stone throw
and who shall deliver me of this birth?
By: Poet Em Em (after Ismail Junaid Oluwadamilare Paciolo Pen Saint)
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