Grey Cup

she squints her eyes
tries to flap the tears away from her ego,
tries to
flap her broken wings back to normal.

she takes an x-ray like medicine,
always wanting to resurrect the dead man
groping inside her ribcage

or wait…

she’s the dead bone inside of him – poking her fossil teeth
& trying to
resurrect herself from the plague, from decay;
from the curse God placed on us –

drinking from the cup Jesus drank,
& living
or rather still struggling, to live a second time.

man don’t teach you how to breathe,
so who does?

Published by Akubudike Deborah

a very determined writer (poet and lyricist), hoping to change the world positively with writing, public speaking, spoken word poetry, music (songwriting), dancing, and lots more. let's encourage each other and live the life we deserve 😇😇.

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