“BEFORE ALL” by Abasiama Udom

In silence I stand,
before all that stare
spine melting I bow
for my sins are little and great.
In silence I stand,
as Papa speaks to him chosen
‘You will take her with you, give me just a bottle.’
In silence I stand,
my little feet weary of the escape I tried,
still, I go with Akpan the driver primary for forgotten

Abasiama Udom is a poet and writer with a love for all things witty, wild and not too warm. Her interests include politics, the afterlife, human nature, creativity and (Twitter).