My Name

I want to buy a wardrobe, And in it I place my name In the top left corner Of its darkest spot. I want to buy a wardrobe And in it put a billion chambers, To keep my name safe From vultures aimed To pounce tiger like And tear it into pieces. I want to hide my name, From the sadistic and narcissistic Individuals aimed to put a show And from it their fame Grows Heart hurt to smithereens. I want to hide my name, In the many chambers Of my wardrobe Made of finest of steel And many padlocks To shield it from scavengers sharp claws Stinking hold of its skin. The name I want to hide, Is bleeding with a fire That does not burn Busy on Kabale streets Sweeping the floor clean And babbling on all town walls Of a native That ashames the kin And the nation at large I want to hide my name. I want to buy a wardrobe, And in it I lay my name In the top right corner Of its brightest spot. And only then, Will My name be free...