Dear God, 

I was only 3

When I knew men could die 

When I saw my mother first cry

N' I was qualified to be bastard

Dear God, 

Just when I began to talk

I knew what burning flesh smelt like 

I knew a body went cold after a deep sleep 

N' gave a really bad smell in weeks

Dear God,

I was only born 

When I knew farms could burn

When I learned to count with my ribs

N' I knew men struck with fits

Dear God ,

I was only 3

When I got sent back to you

Was it what you planned? 

Or did I fail my task? 

Make me a man and curse his maker.

A perfect curse let him pick it's course

For to make is to break

For one's sake and one's stake

Grow me a legend and tell me it's a myth

I'll throw my fist for every made twist

For I would have lost all faith to seek his face.

Why then should your's still be in phase.

Reveal a color and label it black ,

I'll parade it's inverse and it won't be white.

How dare you name a color?!

If am not wrong to say " a colour"

You might call me insane

For we are all... But same.

I warned her but she refused...

rebuffed to common sense, she wanted more...

...So insatiable

Not the limits of man could quench it

perhaps the limitless would fence it.

What can she find of content in the realm of the uncanny

if none she found in contest with our world of little known?

had she finally found it ?...Who would have known..?

Her satisfaction was dissatisfaction