Down. Down. Down.
Deep into the belly of the earth.
Wrapped up like gifts I received on my birthdays
now, the truth about them reminds me
of a high school presentation: ‘Mathematics to Everyday Life’
I left out an important example
that birthdays were not ± but plus and minus.
Legs met; eyes teared
I have learnt: tears are cheap too.
Even those who cared with their lips
those who felt entitled to my all
and put my name at dumpsites with the hands of their tongues
A dead man is sorry
I was taught to learn to feed hungry people—perhaps, things too.
I was disobedient.
I never knew your ego was one of those things
my parents were not entitled to anything
you were, more. Forgive.
Come the day of judgment,
Your forgiveness will be my ticket to heaven.
I was rich, poor, classy, wretched
a king, a slave, an oppressor and the oppressed
I was you.
Lived, laughed, loved
In the end…
I am six feet—down, down, down.