the sudden splashing of broken pieces (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

the sudden splash of broken pieces

who is this i said was me
the one outside through whom i see
or somebody else i wish i was
what’s this i feel i cannot see
this hole it here inside of me
is i the fault for what i be
or this scared wrapped here
around my knees
and what can i supposed to do
if nobody sees nobody in here
not even me
who dat gone come and rub me warm
‘cause there aint no yesterday
so how come it i always have to cry
and why it never nobody else besides me
who’s the one that supposed to die

Copyright © 1995 Asili Ya Nadhiri

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