STILL BORN BY PRINCE JOE

Still Born
[For him]

We are strangers of diverse tongues,
Bearing the tone of dark poems,
When our shadows are epitome of anger,
Walking wider than the range of sex waters.

There's a problem hung inside our bones:
It's a sloppy anthem of calculus voices,
Running into rivers of a paradoxical skin.

That time,we were born of agrophobia,
When our eyes were still finding bulbs,
To hold like lightning & a lyric of opera
Which freshen the sour in our shattered hearts--

  Look into the body of a boy:
-he said his name is a little broken ant
-he said he lives like a bullet wet with water
-he said he lives like a home broken into socket
-he said his teeth is a rainbow of 365 doors
-he said his mother wears another god's skin in a white land
-he said his sister is a song that has 4 eyes
-he said his father's name is always burning inside his stomach
Because there's clashing of skins in a parallel storms,
Leading into bitterness of dead sea.

Remember, you said you won't talk in tongues
If your emotions is but a language of rock
Broken for something too bitter to hold
Like the portrait picture in my mother's home
Where father & a lady are shadows of silence.

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