On other things

Here until I‘m not

my eyes closed at will at night
and opened at will at dawn,
there were no new rays of the sun,
the neighbour’s dog is the same,
what I had is what I woke up to,
what I lost is what is not found,
the pressure machine is mean
but it still couldn’t imprison me,
neither did my dark skin peel off,
I still wear it with pride, with swag!
the earth remained the same and I
still don’t own more than a dime,
it’s another day, the continuation
of my existence since I was born,
it’s lesser time to live, choices of sins,
a better time to learn, to remain
who I am today until I become
something else tomorrow – for life is a
forest and I, just like you, an amoeba.

Tomide Abdul