the making of a persona poem
By Chiagoziem Jideofor
- I miss home.
- I am old enough to have unleashed all sternness, wear out my leather skin.
- I am made of this dirt, mold a mother rejects.
- I’ve got guns, corked guns I am unwilling to show.
- I’ve got two huge arms that aren’t a joke.
- I’ve got a mouth set to go off.
- At home, there are bigger punishments for counting wrongly.
- Hunger is no little punishment.
- I fake allergies at every point of rejecting food.
- When I reject food, it is all a ploy to make my mother beg.
- I’d rather sit at the table all night than lose what little power.
- I am that black sheep.
- I have belittled attempts to survive.
- I turned my back on life knowing it wasn’t meant to serve me well.
- I keep waiting on myself, on all my other selves.
- I have this strange habit of always mouthing off.