Identity by Mojí Wizard.

IDENTITY

I tried to wear regalia,

like a masquerader to camouflage my guts—

but it got stirred.

& lost direction like knackered dreams.

so... I had to carry myself like a billboard—

a mountain of feces that entices a league of tsetses

“a name is an identity,” they hummed.

but i’ve lost my virginity to street Belials

i've lost count of blood to every nook & cranny.

my blood now, is every house's paint.

an everyday tale in the mouth of street griots.

my deodorant perfume reprehends fame.

on my wear they engraved ‘Stephen’

so, they throw stones at me…

of iniquities—

my knowledge is blind to.

each lane; each pace—i follow.

i see the pile of garbage

& the spillage of oil left by the forgoers.

i’m the portrait of Evans, carrying his sins.

i bear the cross of Hush & Puppy;

while I answer Peter.

’Cause they told me,

“I am the identity of my mother tongue”.