My father think me crazy,
Wasting my days staring
At the computer screen,
Hoping and praying for pay day,
Screaming and begging for crumbs,
Scrubbing and creeping through debris,
Pleading and weeping for God,
Lol, he don't know me.
My mother think me mad,
No wedding plans to ease
Her worried heart,
No love light shining beneath
Shut bedroom door,
Whispering squelch of sweat
Soaked limbs pumping rhythm
And music into moist bed sheets,
No I love yous and baby boos.
If only she knew me.
My Lil bro think me ill,
Moving somnabulistically
Through rooms at night muttering
Rosary beads slipping from one
Mary to the next;
Mother of God pray for me,
Fondling myself in the bathroom
As mosquitoes feed off semen
From the wet unyieldy floor.
He thinks he knows me.
Not one can fathom
The fathoms I have crossed
To squeeze through into the place
I gravitate to like a gecko, a spider.
Na... They don't know
What I have given to crumble
Into dust when the night comes
Whispering nightmares like seductive
Sweet nothing farting off the wet lips
Of a hungry Mons veneris ruling
A pitiable estate down the road.
Don't think you know me,
I can't even claim that knowledge.
Several times I have heard people say, ha he looks so innocent, look at his face. I always laugh when I hear it because I know that the facial features of a man is not a means of identifying his heart.
If you think a man or woman is good because they look beautiful or innocent, you'd be surprised at what they are capable of doing. I have seen seemingly innocent souls do terrible things.
Don't mistake my ageless face for innocence and kindness. I am not a saint. I am as broke as you are and worse than some. Take heed and save yourself the pain.
I am on my way to Benin. I am listening to good music and drinking a can of decent beer. Life is beautiful. It will rain soon but there's this beautiful lady that I need to see. She makes me breathe. Lolz catch y'all later then.