I was born from a womb of poison
my family was full of this type of chemical
so to be fair I never asked to be part of this
tree filled with apples infested with worms
where one’s own leaves will start to become tarnished and then break away from our tree all the way to the ground
where only the bugs will look upon the smooshed apple
as fine treasure to ravish
each member of a relative used to be spoon fed doses of toxicity down their throats
until they are old enough to use the same spoon fed tactic onto the next generation
if you where to see our ancestral history with a magnify glass
you would find anything out of the ordinary
until you decided to squint your eyes
and see the thin cracks on all of our faces in all of our portraits
even if you were to just poke your finger on the steel frame
you’ll end up getting a cut that won’t stop bleeding
Ejiro was the name given to me from the tone of the unrighteousness
and no it is not some weird typo error
I was given this title since it is defined as the symbol of mercy when given praise for the truth of the world
it is carved across my back with great pride
but I wonder how long my back can ignore the scars
that ache me so often when I sleep
since the ink quill used to write my back was filled with the divine poison with the hands of the unfortunate