tip tap,
on traps, that are mouths,
that snap shut when caught,
teeth clattering,
like a charade of dominoes that fall,
one by one,
this is not jenga,
where you can remove a piece and still stay solid,
fall.
your tongue becoming a soup for sin to play amongst
ouch.
iron throat,
now welded into ghostly attire,
clang,
wearing a cage down below,
holding a heart and lungs that seem obliterated,
what is inside your body?
a net full of dead leaves,
crunch,
not being able to from compost for new soil to grow from ,
no seed in the womb to grow child,
no.
instead,
a swamp pit,
full of hatred and jealousy grows,
fluttering,
so you give birth to children,
who also fiend on your milk breasts,
filled with envy, hassad, and insecurity,
spite, discontent, mischief and resentment
so they spread all this,
and regurgitate all that you have taught,
so go ahead,
and play ‘guess who’ with my spirit,
try put your thimbles on my many fingers,
it just pleases me to understand that all your time goes on thinking of me,
the fascination of me,
the facade of me.
that your curiosity drives you to insanity,
that I have so far hidden myself off this map,
you will never know.
continue to fabricate,
and become indoctrinated in my ways,
in the way my mouth moves,
just know.
Inni Rabaka la bil mir saad
(Indeed your Lord is Watching)