Thoughts from many

Dear Jeremy,

It is no lie that I created you
and have been too kind to ignore you accusing me.
I was the one with the red jacket you wished you had,
I was the one with the braided hair you wished you weren’t bald.
I remember how young you were
you wanted a tattoo so bad you drew your girlfriend Lucy around your neck,
I remember so well you smelled of roses and cherries but not anymore.
Only I have decided to chase a shadow
because you have stabbed all my angels.
Your calls won’t come through because you’re out of subscription,
your fax was intercepted because your stamp was outdated.
You hardly visit me again
because you’ve punctured medicine through you,
if I gave you bread, you insulted the baker.
When I called your mother by her name, you called me names.
I came for the funeral as rain
you cursed me and said I’d pay.
Joy’s mother wanted to come home
she said her daughters needed their Father more.
I expected you to do as your Father has saidー
Come to me and rest your burden,
I dropped you a note but you treated your notepad more
and caressed curse poetry for me.
I understood your pain, I sent you a job when Garba left school,
you showed him a path of selling flowers that burned with high smoke.
I caught you trying to look back at me hanging in the Church
you ignored like you did with my voice.
I am still following you because I want you,
the words I want the world to hear lies through you,
I am not the one hiding.
You have the gift of hiding since Adam taught you in his days,
I dare not call you again,
even at the Police Station yesterday
you prefer to be god
empty effigy with ego of egg that doesn’t hatch.
You finally left that Butler’s daughter alone,
only with a swollen stomach and a blue eye.
Don’t you think you need rest?
I can clearly see your skin trying to turn a new leaf,
your Apple bears no fruit anymore.
I don’t appreciate how you look,
shabby hair and a foul smell
tardy clothes and a bad sole on your feet.
Stop sitting by the roadside
stop eating food from the pig sty.
I care too much to return as a shadow
to follow you around, to send this poem.
I wouldn’t have cared if you didn’t cause me pain to see you suffer.
Your father was a bridge to me,
he believed in you like he does in me,
he believed I’d mend your curtains during your crucifixion.
Now leave that stream where your thoughts swim in between the legs of Tamia.
I don’t want to erase you from my books,
so answer my call and go speak to your father.
I’ve died already for this, don’t kill me again

God

Ruddapoet Rudolph