When I was born, I strolled into the world
Because what the world was, did not appeal to me
There was no excitement, no delight
Just, a cold stare at mommy and my doc.
My first pact, I remember,
was an oath of celibacy
sworn to the most high King
who sits on the very throne I now despise
My next vivid memory encapsulates uhm-
how do i say this politely, a father
One whose love's identity is masked by deep pain
Bold, inflicted pain.
So now, I love pain. HA!
There is humor in that because
every deep cut needs a bandage.
But alas, I love pain
Because I love him, papa.
Boy! Dont make it a habit of giving pain a hug
Only fools find the sharp end of a dagger
Smile, locate their own beating heart
And test the bluntness with it.
STOP! I started this ready to bare all
But it must wait. Come back.
Know this though:
To drink love, hate, and joy
like a cold cereal from a breakfast cup.
This is the essence of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem