B. C. Straight

As I woke up this Sunday morning,

I did not account all the mourning.

I knew I was a mess,

But still I got dress.

 

Walked myself to the youth group,

Where we Sunday regroup.

As we begin to sing,

My head started to go bing! bing!

 

I felt like throwing up,

As I managed to stand up.

Excused myself and left.

One step at a time, told myself: right, left

 

By the time I got up to the dorm,

My life was not at norm.

I felt cold and yet hot.

Not only did I see spots,

 

I knew that I had duties to fulfill,

First I called John Maly to cancelled,

Then Garrett, to Johny Boi, to Brandon Torres

Begging them please, I won’t be there

 

I tried to first sleep it off

Closed the blinds, lights all off

As the minutes turned to hours,

I wanted to eat some flour.

 

First I missed lunch, now dinner

Which is more finer?

Missing meals did not hurt like my body aches

From toe to head, I was cracking: cold, hot and chills

 

The more I tried to sleep,

The colder I get, “Yep!”

But in actuality, I was burning

People were passing out and in

 

First come Daniel Wrage

Then Joe Koo

To James Chung

Practically all the men wing

 

During those long less hours

The Word of God, I did not devour

Neither did I go to prayer

All to say is: I was not humble

 

I tried to fight alone

Even with broken bones

Life was at too fast of a paste

For me to even slow down to rest

 

With full intention, I ignored God

‘Cuz He was became my check list

I “do” Him out of academics

I did not want the intellects

 

I was sick of knowing about God

I wanted something more than talk

But I did not know how to go about

Yet, I was not even slowing down to doubt

 

God slowed me down so that

I would eat real meat

Drink real water

From He, the real Giver

 

Right about 11:00 PM, my hero

God provided is named Josh Masiko

Busted through the door,

Then kneeled to the floor.

 

Little did he know

That the head that he was feeling was Bo

I guessed it burned his hand

So he made me put on my pants

 

Slapped on my socks, striped on my shoes,

Dragging me down the stairs,

“Taking me where?”

“The ER”, even though I said, “No!”

 

By then, it was too late,

‘Cuz Jonny already started

His car as we rolled out the exit,

One asked, “Are ya’ll goin’ snowing?”

 

No comment did I made

I was so hot and yet I was so cold

As we drove, my Masiko made phone calls

And filled papers for the front desk.

 

They had us wait,

I felt just like dying:

‘Cuz my body was falling apart

I was struck with darts after darts

 

I don’t know if the ER was conserving energy

‘Cuz they walked me into the dark

Or simply the lights were broken,

I told myself it was part of the swine flu prevention.

 

As the nurse asked simple questions,

She took my tempo

Measured my blood flow

And told me, “You have a fever Bo.”

 

Then, they made us wait again.

As the PM crossed onto the AM zone,

 More Peoples disappeared

Both weird and normal then reappear.

 

By the time I got a room with a bed,

My whole being hurt so very bad

But after a shoot here and there,

I only remember the cute nurse tender care.

 

The doctor poked my nose for a test,

While the nurse drew life from me: yes…

They said it was for curing pain

Yep, they are right, my arm and nose still hurt the same!

 

I almost got a ticket from security

Because I did not have my identity

But, Masiko, my hero

Told them that this is Bo!

 

Who flu to the ER test

Still, Mr. Security had to check

With the awesome Chuck

By the time he let us pass,

 

I almost out passed

When I laid down, little did I know

That time will fly and flow

Which is three days ago.

 

In bed where I laid low,

I still have two more days in the cell

Before the nurse will let me use any gel

So that I may not look frail…