THE 70TH DAY
It has been a while since my parents haven’t been back.
They say people have been dying out there.
Is it true that you need a piece of paper to make your existence valid?
is it true that you need a paper to leave this land?
I thought we were going someplace,
on the 10th day.
Where are we?
‘Your colour is not right’
‘Your gender seems to be too feminine’
The 20th day I wanted people to understand.
To look at kindness and not skins.
Even if we were not kind enough,
I wanted to let it go.
‘Do you have it?’
‘Something used to exchange with things’
‘But do you have it?’
The 35th day I fell on my knees
I hurt my knees a little
They are bleeding.
But its alright.
Happens in my race.
The 50th day I heard gunshots.
They don’t stop now.
They seem to be chasing me.
To my dreams at times.
What do I do?
55th day I call for god.
He isn’t returning my calls.
57th day I try again.
He says no
The 65th day my guts feel sick.
I think I have a disease.
Its reaching my heart now.
My sinful heart.
The 68th day I get a call,
‘Who is it?’, I ask with weakness in my voice.
The 70th day I get a call again.
‘Revolution’, a voice says.
‘What took you so long?’, I asked.
‘Gathering guts takes some time’