POVERTY
A black hat
A Red shoe
All once very attractive
The question is what, how and when did all this become?
I once drank honey from a golden cup
I once passed waste in a silver WC
The question is what, how and when did all this become?
I didn’t really know what it was to hunger
I never thirst for one day
The question is what, how and when did all this become?
Yams used to be much,
Rice, a few too plenty
The question is what, how and when did all this become?
I never walked two feet from home on foot
I never crept into bed without electricity?
What is it that I see now?
How is it that I used the past and not the continuous in making sentences?
When did I start this strange act?
Now I remember
It was the day the water from my river stopped flowing
It was the day honey didn’t come from my bottomless honey jar
It was the day I stopped going to the farm
It was the day I became my own goddess
It was the day money became my god
It was the day laziness became my husband
It was the day procrastination became my in-law
It was the day I invited poverty in.
It was the day he finally moved in.
