I have been scratching my back a lot lately
Any kitchen tool has been useful to that end
Spoon, fork, knife, spatula,
if it has teeth or some curve, it’s mine
I would lie on my stomach like when I was a baby
And bake my back under the sun.
I was less and less myself as the days went on
I saw myself on the mirror only to ask
Who was the man staring at me from the mirror
I didn’t like him at all
Shooting him down with verbal bullets
Projecting out of my fiery soul.
My back had grown in volume
I was given the back muscles of a hunchback
But I’d rather die before you see me
hanging by my limbs above Notre Dame
more than muscles, two corns were visible too
and all this time, I thank God for the suga mama
who paid the bills and looked the other way
monsters get mother’s love too.
On the 36th week, my metamorphosis was finalized
I had the wings of a feathered dinosaur
Dragging by my feet as I walked around my apartment
I was hairy enough to compete with the boogie man for the most hairy monster
And yet I have never felt so much as myself at that time.
This is the story of how I became a celebrity/ rat lab/ human phenomenon
I still had the best manners at table or when invited
I would indulge in pipe smoking once in awhile
When I didn’t skydrop those who rubbed me the wrong way
So next time you see me walking or flying by
Wave and smile.