If i were to read about myself

Nail yourself to the cross
Keep your eye on every word
Let the sweet caress
Allow the sour a place to rest
There’s an atom of truth
In every rumor rumored
If you smile at good remarks,
Remember to put yourself together
When the untrue words slide in
Condemn not the eye for seeing
Scratch when it itches
Dance if the music tingles
Drop every weight,
Accept what is untrue
And keep living your truth

Victor Oyedele