Why do they stare
At me in my rich attire
Since don’t care
About how it is acquired
They whisper when I pass
And make their kids throw stones at me
I live amongst the brush and the grasses
But they still don’t let me be
What I eat is what they don’t need
Unripe bananas, dried crumbs of bread
Dirty vegetables and unfermented seeds
My world is a big mass of red
They think I’m mad
But I’m happier than they are
Cos I’m never sad
For only I can talk to the stars.
muideen olawale jimoh
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