When I talked in smiles,
With nothing to hide.
Sharing heart with strangers
In basic conversation.
Before age stole my innocence;
Before lust corrupted me.
Before I withheld some details,
Guarding my heart jealously.
When I saw my mama cry;
When she showed it to me.
Preparing me for a more cruel world,
The one that upholds its legacy.
Before I decided against having kids,
Before painful existence persuaded me.
Before Jesus showed me the other cheek;
Before I learnt to slap it.
When my girl got HIV and
She came crawling back to me.
Begged me to give her a child.
That was before I could vote.
Before my suns turned into black holes;
Swallowing up all the good in me.
Before Seventh Grade;
Before I forgot how to cry.
Before my life lost its color.
Before I exorcised my initial self.
©Herbert Uba 2017