My belly grows
in proportion to my amnesia
more each year

Like, I forget among these throwaway treasures
I’m an heir to a kingdom unimaginable
a stick figure who only knows design by pencil
trying to imagine a sunrise without eraser marks

If this Word ain’t on repeat in my heart
I grow bloated and forgetful
Filling up on fast food
 Outside a banquet hall

Shameful nobody, poverty in my bloodline
purchased by his blood,
I’m not working for a finish line
I’m working from His finished line
Born a blind man, boasting in clear vision
Until He gave me vision

My belly grows
In proportion to my amnesia

That’s  half a truth
A dead man, brought to life, only looks like he’s dying