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