I kiss you softly because iÕm tired
Of hearing you complain about your mother again
Would you believe me if I said I was in love?
Well IÕm not
And in your eyes I see sparks
Those small holes on your skull are tiny firepits
That leave no room for assumptions
Would you believe me if I said
You were the only one in my heart?
No! Because youÕd see the pale reflection of
My desires in my smile
You would know, that my teeth have been sculpted meticulously
By calculated lies, thatÕs why theyÕre so crooked
Why am I here?
I canÕt make eye contact, or speak to other people
Yes IÕm speaking to you
And yes this is insufferable
But these words arenÕt really me
IÕm speaking to you because I want you to know...me
I am broken glass, shards of shameful humility
I am arrogant, cocky, prideful but
Those are just veils for my insecurities
You already knew that though,
I donÕt keep them well hidden on purpose
Because I want us all to keep our demons behind
Glass windows like a showcase
And I want to die, thereÕs no right way to bring that up
You can tell if you look into my eyes
People say theyÕre windows but I think theyÕre mirrors
You see your own fears in them donÕt you?
So why am I still here? My insomnia runs on that question
I have dreams, thatÕs what theyÕve told me, the ones who
Whisper in my ear
But thatÕs just pride, the lioness, talking to itself.
They can be accomplished by a child who has yet to be born
So why am I here?
I am nothing but night
Raised by a single mother, isnÕt that the stereotype?
But IÕm not one, still I live in a glass bubble
So where is he? No he didnÕt walk out on us without a goodbye
He walked out on life without a word
And I thought his body looked green in that casket
They say I was green too, when I arrived
Maybe weÕre both aliens, well we are both poets
So we are from another world
IÕm not waiting for him to wake up anymore
Though I might be him, IÕve considered it, dismissed it
And considered it again. But then who am I?
I donÕt know, but IÕm not who your news anchor says I am
IÕm different, unique but the same as you
That's what they want you to believe
But I'm not human, I've ceased to be
My flesh is the night but I am not darkness
DonÕt confuse us.
I'm not one of you, you may be a poet too but
I'm extraterrestrial and I've been wired differently
But who sewed me up? From what was I crafted?
All I know is that I am God, I am prophecy
That is to say, I am nothing
So who am I ?
© Sankara Olama-Yai