AM JUST ME


If i were to think like someone else
I would have no pity on the needy
Thinking when they were meant to be sitting
At the feet of their job, they were busy sleeping
Just like the lazy man,
I would have said; there is lion in the street,
Of which the same David plucked his teeth.
If i were to think like someone else
I would have been a flirt,
Running after the skirt,
And not the salvation of the heart.

I would have defiled myself
With the meat of the chest
And the milk of the breast.
If i were to think like someone else
Tit would have gone for tat, and
Spit would have been the answer to cheat.
If I were to think like someone else,
My words; would have been like a spell,
Wearing a shell upon men, and
Suffering many; the torment of hell.
If I were to think like someone else,
In the name of prosperity,
I will nail simplicity and integrity,
And grin before men; with prudence of pretense.
I would say to my soul, eat and merry,
Care not about tomorrow; or those in sorrow,
For always, life would be good in absence of the odd.
If I were to think like someone else,
My heart would have been a grave of grudges,
Feeding on envy and stretching the hands of slavery,
Conscience would have been dead, with no signal of red.
The feet and palms would have gone molten
Expanding into baked spines and spikes
Exhibiting hospitality, without an iota of sanity.
If I were to think like someone else
Maybe, I would pay homage to the clergy,
And see no image, of those in poverty,
Saying to myself, I embrace charity.
If I were to think like someone else
I would spray money into thin air,
All for the sake of fake fame,
In spite of making a good name.
If I were to think like someone else,
I will hold grace responsible for my fouls,
And seek only miracle in the terbanacle.
Praising God not for who he is, but for what i want.
If I were to be someone else,
I will joke up my neighbor, till he falls in horror,
Smoten the transgressors, of which once I was guilty,
Rather than catching the dog, with the meaty bone.
But Just because am me,
I choose to be the fuel to burning life’s
Because my presence is someone’s past
And my past; definitely is someone’s presence.
written
by Abolaji Abraham
ab.abolaji@gmail.com

BORN TO DIE

January 24, 2017

LOUD THOUGHT

January 24, 2017