Another part of me

I pretend to perform poetry in the opening ceremony of a world cup
I feel like there’s a white-winged, horned horse waiting for me to ride
I touch my older self on the shoulder as I travel in time,
I worry when I realise that everything is not what it seems
I cry when I’m drunk with fatigue and there’s no food waiting for me
I am big-headed and I lack hair.

I understand that common sense is not common
I say rashin sani ya fi daré duhu
I dream of faking my death and disappearing with a billion dollars
I try to be at peace with everyone
I hope that everyone on earth will have peace within
I am big-headed and I lack hair

Younglan Louis