Curse thy name

An olden phrase

Emboldened by time

Folded in grace

Kept in the pockets

Of those with shame

To read aloud

In a lonely space

Place the pin on regrets

Place the pin on shame

Let the blood drip from veins

And redden your face

Let it be thrill for your fear

Be a frill for suffering

Let it live in negative space

When the brain starts buffering

Let it be the crutch

When life starts toughening

Curse the name you bear

Belittle the syllables

Layer a cream

In-between wrinkles of subliminals

Let your own name be a burden

And curse the individual

So when life provides ash

And you inhale the residuals

You remind yourself your lungs are fine

And it’s you who’s inhospitable

If the pitcher holds water

Takes a spill and it brakes

It blames no one for the confusion

Because it has no brain

But we are not the same

No

We are not the same

Because we were cursed with the power,

Knowledge

We all have our own names