Bloodshot In The Morning Poem by Kolade Seun

For Stella Nyanzi

This year,
I could have chosen contentment
Deep in my mind,
I knew It wasnt enough
So, I chose wealth,
Pressure, stress and sleeplessness that comes with not choosing contentment.
Bitcoin. Mining. Gold mining. Soul mining. Gift cards. Amazon. Itunes. Goo-cool.

This year,
I could have owned a million
Oh! Stolen a million.
Maybe cheated a few
And do some tedious job.

This year,
I chose contentment;
I am poor.
No, I am poverty,
Sleeping on soft pillows that bring
Wild imagination
Of me caressing, and thrusting a woman made of gold.
I mean real gold.
Skin gold, eyes gold. Tongues gold. Kiss gold. Even the touch gold.
Oh! Cold!
Rough!
Bloodshot in the morning.
Broke!