THE SAFEST SPACE FOR MY UNSOLICITED OPINIONS

Stalk with my dew claw for a pact of gazelles
So not careful to only fall right into the well
Follow the antelopes running with their fears
Scare them away so I chase a tiny deer

Rummage for the clues to hunt and mark my prey
May them be the dinner? They may not, or they may
Slip at the hills as I use my speed to launch
Even those wildebeests laugh at me for fun

Looking alive but disoriented
Perfectly safe but feeling wasted
That’s what I’d been, that’s what I’d been
A lone cheetah connecting the dots
A lonely head with the noisy thoughts
That’s what I’d been at the hunt

– Kéké

I wrote this back in January 2017 when I felt discouraged at times, thinking the situations were awfully bad enough already, but unexpected worse things came to hit actually after, so when I look back on this writing now I can say to myself: “thank you for surviving”.