My Head Hurts, Like Really Bad
It's like someones shoving an ice pick through my right eye
you know that pain you get right behind your eye that feels like it's never going to go away
I'd cut off a finger if i knew i'd never feel this pain again
Thump Thump Thump the pains beating with my heart.
go away headace.

bitten on  a finger in a crisp in a jar in the hallway down Africa sewage

indian toilet with cactus

gypsy nale in the ice cream

with cherry dumplings

god's your man

man I stay above it - above it like vasectomy

crawling
down the ditch    nose bleed headace  hairy skull
witch blood
babe

gothy gothy

you only did it
cause' your dad has money    

FAKE

In the beginning
I am branded the hope of there expectations
At my birth, divinations attest to it
And libations gave seal to this fact.
My dexterity,training and experiences affirm it  
For I lighten the world as a medical doctor
Shaking the earth with my appointment at the state government Hospital; “He is our son, a great son,I weaned him at birth”
“Yes,I remembered him, he use to run around necked”
“And cry on our way to the stream.”
Such was the echoes of the joy and solidarity in there voices.
But here I am mangled in diversity of ill-treatments. Not I but the system.
Surforcating and subjugating the hope that liven them; Headace, fever, stillbirth, no drugs, fake drugs, vomiting,  
More death,------------------- the list is endless.
The healer needs healing, for the torch bearer is in-search of light
This is the crossroad of there faith that was not
In the beginning.