Title: I, VINCENT.

I, Vincent,
I'm that child of cloudy origins,
You see me daily,
Yes! The lad with desert skin,
Messenger of harmattan.
You're surprised I have a name.

I exist,
But my anonymity eclipses me,
I exist,
Yet your footmat gets more review.
You stepped on my toe,
Just yesterday,
Without apologies,
I tried to say I forgive you,
But you were too busy with your cellular.

Like a river,
My mouth watered today,
It watered as I watched you complain about
your meal,
''It has no salt'' you said.
Hmm! Who cares for salt?
I have no tatse buds,
I have only hunger.

Toss me those clothes,
Ok! Toss those rags,
They're still potent,
These bits I wear leave me more nude than if
I was naked,
Let me those rags to hoard against this cold.
''What cold?'' you ask,
The cold that comes with night,
Hand-in-hand like lovers.
The night is my bed and blanket,
Mosquitoes buzz my lullaby,
Only the Stars tell me who I am.

I envy what you lament about,
What luxury your waste is to me,
I, child of night,
I, alien to my self,
I, Vincent.

By Gamaliel Choji Pam(gpam16)