IN LOVING MEMORY OF MYSELF

To folks and sympathizers,
I will wear myself the skins of shame,
Honor the me I lost—impressing others,
Upon keeping my sweat under the dirtiest sun,
Compromising wrongs to circulate the blood in me.

Forgive and thank yourself—me,
Tis myself I never respected,
Soulfully, I will kick the man in me
From the me of old,
Wear myself the shame I toiled for,
The shame I was not aware is not
worth dying for,

Now you men of age listen,
The new me sings a song of
hope,
With perseverance and self control,
That me vies with the new rains,
To sow and grow and blow as a shameful cloak of many colors.

To the loving memory of myself,
Beg at the door of yourself,
And die proudly!