Before I could be nine months old
My mom’s womb pushed me out
After nine days on earth behold
My mom’s hands strangled me about
My scream encased me in the earth to be old.
In school I was a toddler
Held out my palm for a rubber
He complained to the teacher
I was sent out — far from my peer
I became a loner.
In a row I waited long
Eager to win in singing song My teacher snarled ‘you crow
Go back’ — she listed me out.
Tears fiercely clamped my throat.
Later polished my sound tender
To lift my voice in praises to God
The guitarist ’s lips curving at comer
Choked my tender cord
Throwing me out of cord.
CoJlegc called me to come away
ln secluded spot I studied the way
Stood second in class
Only to be cut out branded
Memorized vomiting tops.
Lecturer, innocent — ignorance was I steel
Corrected papers my principal did steal
A culprit I stood yelled at
Her sole intent was to throw me out
Yet I withstood that cut-throat.
My colleague expelled me from the convoy
Labeling me, unmannered; unsociable
Beauty had its grudge upon my visage
So she commanded the others to treat me as an outcast.
I wandered rootlessly rooting my cast
Grace of God holds me in
Scoops me in His hands
Holds me close to His bosom
Drawing me closer.
