TEACH ME TO SPELL NAME

I am 56 of age

And my name is

Teach me to spell

Name I don’t know

How to hold pen

And which letter to write first

The name of me

People pronounce for me

People of malodorous ideas

People of wrong-spell to right-well of them

I hear has lovely sound

Attracting appraisal with volition

I hear as lovely in pronunciation

Sometimes makes nerve move

I smile in ignorance

For name I can’t spell

In years I am wasted

In garbage of illiteracy

On street after scrambles

Left to pick particles of dreams

I hardly arrange as particles

Inside reality I see as me

As bricks in shattered country

Forgetting to teach real name

I want to spell with hands

And pronounce with heart

As pride of within me

Weep after age of menopause

Weep towards age to retirement

Within broken me I see as reality

I can’t spell name I love sound

Because I am country of 56

Pitied for not spelling name well

And read letters written for me

Those saying I can’t be back to school

At age death can steal to grave

Me still struggling with pronunciation

Even when I am adult

Teach me to spell name

Become a burden I grow with

To age equal to country

I see teachers of grey faces

Become principals in limousine

Prince and Princess of properties

Owners of companies I work

And bankers of ruined country

Tells me I am problem to self

Not country in core of my senses

In soul boiling with broken nut

I know is country not teaching me

Why brain is dull like ugly pants

And gown old in beauty

And wretched shoe in wandering society

Ignite in sense of me whose fault

When I am not empty basket

Excellence with ugly reputation

Plenty oil with long queue

Abundance land with hunger

Water with tarry colour

Humans with futureless future

And everything with nothing

In country equal to age of me

I doubt I want to spell well

A name that can’t spell itself for me

Because is corrupt in nature

Represent monopoly in character

Killing for lords eating with name

And hosting parties for another death

For fear I see of growing leaves

Behind me battling with harden life

Always I crack my frustration

To learn a name of misplacement

Equal my age of narrowed future

Digging trenches for more like me

That hardly excels in country of 56

And after the many time of this

Teach me to spell name

A book I want to read better

For me in 56 of death country

For another better 56 to read well

And write as poem for us