Otor Matthew - SCUM

Everyone calls him Ekun,
The very mention of that name rings fear in the community
He wears his frown like a uniform
Face decorated with scars like badges from a bloody war
This young black boy has been to places you wouldn't even dare
Drank concoctions
Had incisions for protection
Ate forbidden fruits
Fasted
Wore red, Wore white
Abstained from meat
Slept beneath the iroko tree and drank from muddy rivers
Held a gun and held an axe
You see
Busy hands can also be the devil's workshop
Area Boy, Tout, Cultist, Good for Nothing, SCUM
But beneath that frown is 19-year-old Bolaji
A mistake of a son to a misfit of a father
And a remarried mother who keeps him a secret
He was that child that defied contraceptives
And made his mother's teenage years a nightmare
So she hates him with a passion
Bolaji Had to be a man at the age of 8
Found a family on these streets at the age of 12
And at 16, he had been to prison twice
SCUM
Society cannot understand me
Good girl no dey pay oh
And Cynthia is living proof
Small girl big God, like small fish for big pond
Use what have to get what you want
A sexual channel
Between nature and culture
Prostitute
Absolutely not, just Oga Madam's substitute
She was the kind of girl your mother would warn you about
Society would scorn you about
Friends would boast to have had
A woman that sells her body to men who've sold their morals
Spits
Ashawo, Slut, harlot, woman of the night,
Good for nothing SCUM
But beneath the made-up makeup is a 17-year-old girl
With two younger siblings to care for
Trying to Live and figure out life with no father figure
No mother in the picture
Constantly drowned in liquor because she hates what she sees whenever she looks in the mirror
So when she has her back down every night it's in surrender
The world has not been kind and men who pay for sex are not tender
But you walk past her every night and whisper, Sinner
SCUM
Society cannot understand me
I understand you don't understand me
And that's okay
And what the mind doesn't understand it fears
But understand that If I had a choice I wouldn't be here
Behind every Frankenstein, there is a crazy scientist
Behind every bad example, there is a tragic story
And behind every person you call scum ... There is treasure

Written by:
Matthew Otor

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