If I can get off this bruised rock and write If I just can pour out the ashes in my heart beneath If I can go back in time and pen it down The good, the hurt, the pain, the trauma, the wound If only I can just get it all in one page If only I can tell you my story.
If I can tell you of days that kicked-off well and ended with a sigh If I tell you of countless reasons that made me cry And I tell you of times I almost asked God “why?” If I tell you tales of me that seemed like “the end is nigh” If only I can sunder the phrase “life is cruel” If only I can just tell you my story.
If I tell you of shames that made me more ashamed If I tell you of illnesses that made me less humane Only if I tell you of frights that kept me awake and insane And if I tell you the dirt that for long was tagged to my name If only I can wipe-off the “Ifs” and just tell you If only I can tell you my story.
If I tell you about the odour of the poor That fills the air each time I walk down the hall If I tell you what it feels to like what you see And cannot afford it anyway If I tell you of the slippers and the patched uniform And I tell you of the stories that made me seem misinformed If only I can tell you my story.
If I can just tell you my story Maybe someone there will be touched Or maybe someone else will start to judge Maybe a soul will be blessed and a few be perplexed If I tell you my story
For now, lemme keep writing still Let me see if it can still end in a comedy Let me be still till this story be complete.
For now, I’ll remain on this bruised rock and think I’ll try to see of this rock what I can pick.
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I almost became a surgeon
Or let me say, I loved the sight of blood
The beats from a working heart
The pinking kidney
The sudden rush that goes on in the ER
Not leaving out the seamless scalpel,
The fluid-thirsty suction,
The clamps and the very precise drills.
And here I am, still writing.
I admire the aura of peace gotten from war
The strategies and scheming to guard the borders,
To keep the peace and for the greater good
To create peace even while at war
To stay alive having tasted death
I almost became a soldier.
I almost became a barrister
Spurting the constitution like I authored it
Issuing subpoenas like pizza and burritos
Deciding if one was guilty or not
Valiantly defending someone whose genesis might be stained
Anticipating my adjourned dates like they were paydays
Tie on black, black on black
And here I am writing and focused
An engineer I would have been
Meddling with grease not just for its blackness
Tossing off screwed up gaskets
And unscrewing tyres that are fatigued and famished
And of course, just the enthralling feel of the engines
Oh! The engines!
The name alone bringing up spasms of bliss
Electrocuting my bones and giving brief shocks to my tendons
But as a writer I do the sum-up
I jostle between facts and assumptions
And give my admirers something to mesmerize on
Plots and themes, oxymorons and paradoxes
Sweet sensations hopping around joyfully
That ability to wrought miracles just from the ink that flows
Is all I live for, is all I want to be.