Omega Hurts
His eyes ran down his throat…
They told his ears that Born called him a foreigner…
His face turned with thee flushing toilet water…
Costing Moses…
Looking removed…
He smelled like 20 men moved in him…
Mohammed set thee bush on fire…
His mother was not here or there…
His words left with thee rising of thee sun…
His colours fall limp…
His muse screams rape…
His dance was forced…
His time came.
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