Oh, how I cherish my brolly Faithful shield in skies turned grey. When clouds swell and weep their sorrow, She blooms in my hand without delay.
I own not one, but many By the door, in the office hall, In both my cars and in my rucksack too Prepared should heaven’s tears fall.
“Why so many?” you might ask. Because the storm rarely warns. Rain, I can handle and snow, I endure. I welcome summer’s radiant dawn, As she kisses my skin, feeding my melanin, A warmth I need not cover.
Yet autumn, spring, and winter come Siblings in the cycle of time. I’ve no complaint for nature’s ways It’s man’s storms that twist and chime.
For what falls isn’t always rain, It’s bile, it’s scorn, it’s shame. Dropped by hands I once held open, Gifts returned with blame.
They piss on kindness, smear the soul, Defecate on open hearts. But my brolly, oh my brave brolly it catches all their poisoned darts.
I smile as I spin her gently, Let filth rebound where pride has fled. Let them dance in their own decay, Quagmires where maggots tread.
My brolly, no, my brollies Companions through each squall. When skies erupt without a sign, I stand untouched by it all.
Oh, how I cherish your quiet strength, Your silence more than words. In chaos, you are calm and sure You are my shield when the world turns sour.