you reel in your thoughts, both the past and the present,
the future; a sequence of sounds and images of how unfortunate you will become.
the past a church bell, an alarm to your mistakes and misfortune
your present obscured: a Le Cruset mug filled with coffee.
While you were young, you took a candy bar from a store. you didn't define it as stealing.
At least Joe and Brandon come to school with candies,
Mama couldn't afford to get you some cause a church rat feeds better than you.
She caught you and then called you an unproductive plant! a wicked demon born with the horns of deception and claws to steal, kill, and destroy.
with the way she looks at you and said your name, what does she think you will become?
nothing you ever did was right, you tried to be better, but no, your heart is rotten with evil, your soul malevolently saddened, your actions an enactment of Mama's utterances.
today you sit with the bottle whose content is an enemy to your innards,
you shared the grace then begin the journey in search of peace at the other side.
© Adefemi Fagite
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