No one asked me

living here is a circus.
there isn’t enough whip
but there’s enough to weep.
I am a carefully written poem
taking a new turn at every read
yesterday, I was called black
just a colour. the one I wear
today, I was called tall
yes. I am far from the earth
but other adjectives may work
a lost man. learner. frail. tired
and other adjectives may work
faith. luck. hard work. flexible.
and these things have names
time. chance. death

Tomide Abdul