God
If I sleep with my mouth open
Maybe the heavens will hear me
I’m talking to an unknown God
while I warm my breast with my cold hands
from standing too long under the rain.
God is real mother said
See the rain and the shades
People who date and marry
Love and carry burdens of despair
It’s all God, mother laughed in refer
I’m wearing a face cap
It has Jordan written on it
A guy looks at me and gaps
Probably wondering why I didn’t comb my hair
Or make an affair with the bus driver.
I hit a blunt and wonder intensely
Who is God?
Because everyone I ask seems to be busy with life
Who is God?
Hugging the cold bathroom wall and pretending to sleep
I come from Agojeju Odo
It’s not even my village but we came to find security
We left Egumale in a hurry, I don’t know tranquillity
But obscurity is why I will sleep with my mouths open
Hoping the heavens hear me.
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