That Brown Envelope | Shadrach S Victor

Brother,
It was a thick bottle
The rigid ruthless plug inserted in our behinds
That thing,
That burst our curtains
To expose the filth that was life,
That thing,
That turned our eyes red
With an endless connection of veins

Brother,
Do you remember him say,
cleaning his sweat,
"It is okay, every great man does it.",
Then he paces up and down
Looking for his clothes,
That look. if only he knew that
it hurt

brother,
Then he handed us the brown envelope
the wage of a painful sensation
But tell me brother,
It is wrong?
fending for our empty stomachs?
Is it bad?
Or good in a wrong way

Poet's note: I remember a story of my fellow who happened to be in a situation where he had to have sex with fellow men to have to survive well, he didn't hate it after all, it fed him. it is to this that I got to imagine what his first time must have felt like. And it arouses a question in me, whether it was out of free expression that he did what he did, Or it was out of self sacrifice but all in all, let it be a story