By the Lapels

Popole Misenga
Courtesy: @Refugees

This is the fourth in a poetry series created from lyrics of musical classics.

The piece you are about to read begins with the fourth line of the song

 “Easy” by Lionel Richie.

You see, I begged, stole and I borrowed

I got my priorities and focus zeroed ‘n.

Perched on the lip of a 10,000 foot drop

Every muscle and hair in my follicle’s worked up

I’m worked out but I’m still taking this fight to the limits.

Aint asking many questions just backed up by one reason;

I’m still breathing fire from residuum of cold clinkers.

If I lost everything, I gave it up to pull things back together.

Water breaks on my brow, salt hits my eyes produces tears

But you won’t see me coming cause I’m mo than these years.

Measure of my fears don’t amount to the aim of my goal

You see, I begged, stole and I borrowed.

Akpan