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)