Jesse Ojuka

Maybe I was paid in dreams 
I appreciate the lie
Don’t let me get too old 
before they realise I’m smart
Like a tortoise in a tube
My fourteen year old cousin is a better professor than half the preists
The feeling for fuzz was actually a call for a silk blanket
I came recycled
What a treat to walk into a room that expected a figure
And to their sweet dismay presents brown