Got a ruby on my forehead,
it hurts like a stone.
The beauty of my necklace
adorns the flesh on a beggar’s bone.
The golden wire
tears through the pipe of life.
I snort the water of my sweat,
I pinch the milk; the infant cries.
I wish they steal my ruby,
when I am cuffed in a beam of light.
I wish they stab the ball of cotton,
I wish the world turns sour to a cripple’s delight.