• Akosua Biraa

Drift




Must I

tiptoe

into my full

existence.


Must I

send anxiety

ahead

of my doubt.


Must I

sing sad songs

—poor comfort—

to this waiting

wanting

waiting

&wanting.


Must I

tell tall tales

of how

it never can be

other

than do not fast forward.


Must I

seek

bright lights

when I am power.


Must I

bob & weave,

while cast so far

a…drift

in some

“I just don’t know!”


Must I?


And who

the hell cares

about me

anyways,

life-jacket stripped—

Rats!

upon this sinking ship.


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