Pain and Flinch

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Ayòmi

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Intone
Where does it hurt?
Where?
Here
Answer, Here?
Careful-
Okay
It's Ayòmi
Yeah, listen
Careful, it hurts
For my knee grows an ego in stimuli till it bursts
A communicable sorrow back home to family making it worse
To praise the wailing wind in soft bass and harmony
For whose nurse could prescribe me this past life remedy
Today, my breath runneth a counterwave I have never seen
Overseas acapellized anthem flagging through the morning wind
Nothing rhymes along the tiny borderlining nemesis
S-s-s-stammering too much grief for a generation that has never seen
Enough pain and flinches
Stain and bleaches
Lanes and finishes
Stainless bitches
Running from sunburn when the eclipse tables turn
Around in pile of stitches
Stitching lips around them leaches
So you know I'll never miss this
The stray bullets from them hisses
Uh
Cos' early in the morning, you hear the sirens swing
The front liners and barbers are snapping really quick
My knee hurts from all them prolonging sprints
For wherever my head bows is where my saviour lives
Uh
Cos early in the morning I bear a brother's pain
Swerving from left to right
Changing from gears to lanes
Call it a blind date's dance
Call it a red-unstained
An upbeat chance to prove I can do this again and again
The right words could destroy me
I've always known that
But I've got to get my morning prayer straight to the point
Before I visit a very good old high school friend like an old poem
Perhaps late or pretty on time in breath
Uh
God's words aren't to be plagiarized
But pardon when I say I am the I am that
I'm not or perhaps, used to be
I'm a palette of traumas like little kids
Uninformed about sunburns, earth bursts and cloudrusts
I am what you see from your street curtains
I'm a wounded boy like a federal funded mine sites monitored by motorcops
I'm a black thing in his favourite lawsuit fashion
Dragging myself with my teeth through the asphalt scrubs
of peeled emotions and skins and sore lickings
An unprocessed cotton picked on by my highschool mates
I'm a sketchy reptile in hoodie and silent prayers
So I say
Take this poetic O Lord and use it for whatever story
for whatever absent-minded brother's keeper misery
For I limp as if there's some sorta bullet in my right leg
Not ready to heal
Like my earring holes
Real ugly
Uncured lesions
Attracting flies
All pathways stand in my way and against me
Please do not tell me you told me so
At least be nice enough to tell the boy to be safe
For how else to maintain this goddamn costly black skin
To gamble blindly
To bet a bullet trifecta with your forehead, chest or posterior
Through the hustle that leaves one in dust
and rust in this flee market of a life
Ask the woman who I remind her of her late son
She is late to the bus stop for the first time
Oh, she says
My kid was an athlete for the country that took the baton from my hand when I ran from my homeland
She knows a runner when she sees one
A ruptured underlying blood vessel

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