There was once a man

he lived for his knowledge.

Each day, he would get up

go somewhere,

discover something,

classify something,

paint something,

characterize something,

develop something…

But this man

wore no unique clothes.

His were the norm.

He had no colour,

His was the expected.

He had no accent,

His was the average.

He lived a normal life

Spoke a majority language,

wrapped himself


Oluwatoyin Asojo Peterborough Ontario Canada 28th May 1991


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