When the winds of horrors blew,
I was never drag with it
Even though my identity flew
To destinations of dark quagmire.
*
I was baptized in Scottish knighthood,
With a name that made my forebears grin,
But who cares for transcultural sainthood
When the departed elders are left in green?
*
If I could do away with "If",
What will "anyi" say to me...
A backstabber of his race
And a follower of the thief,
By rejecting a reflection of me
For those alien face(s).
*
Mother, saw a portion of home
When she left me indigenously tattooed,
But civilizations is everyman's home,
Letting me off to be identity tabooed.
*
Now, I bear multiple disorders,
Looking like a wretch
Chasing harmless borders,
Soaked up in tireless drench.
*
It's been decades of wandering...
Eternity of wondering...
When and if "Ifeanyi"
Will be allow to speak orderly
For himself.
.
k~net™
# ghost_of_reflection
# lost
Maiduguri, Nigeria
10/12/2016

My middle name is 'Ifeanyi"