Fingerprints

With the swaggering steps of a toddler

I write these lines

As the seizure of a stutter

I stitch these rhymes

 

My fingerprints

Coming from fingers so smear

Like the Iyaloja’s doted mints

My claws scratch out theme so rear

 

Do to him what you would he does for you

It could have been you in that same shoe

Searching and finding no clue

 

Humanity is about sharing

Share a burden and find your bearing

There is more blessing in giving!