Posted by Adibe Wokedi on
Speed becomes me
For my chariot is sleek,
my skin is dark and they tell me, my name is strange.
days flow after days and I hold a prayer between my ribs,
for a day like this when all I hear is history, stats and piece meal micro videos.
I dare not speak too confidently
Yes Sir, Pardon me Sir, I am sorry Sir,
Phrases that had taken root in my belly from years of prep for evacuation
i dare not cry out
The shivering must stop for a careless flick of muscle could be my statistical period
my strike out from the land of the lively
Strange blue eyes surveillance
somehow this is not the day he chooses to kill me.