Lo, the Morn, my bitter, the world forgot,
How to love you without selfish causes.
Behold, us Shadows, crestfallen and fraught,
Diseased with Sin, the untamed and lawless.
Eternal nightmares consuming your world,
Pestering the righteous and breaking day.
Shattered Shadows become souls wielding swords,
Blades to your neck, they progress your decay.
But the might of your Light dies and rebirths,
Casting sight, revealing Daemons of Night,
And we seize the wicked and dance in mirth,
For triumph’s succeeded by mind and sight.
Let not discouragement bury good heart.
Conquered Shadows will recede back to dark.
you were seven
and a half
your mother told you
to hide,
quick
before your father came home
with a temper
and a belt
you were sixteen
and pregnant
your baby’s father
out running
his fingers
through someone else’s hair
while your morning sickness
kept yours
pinned back
you were twenty six
holding a new baby
in your arms
i’d kept you up for
three months
and your husband
comes home to
remind you
he would kill you
if you fell asleep
holding me
you were thirty three
holding me in your arms
as you wept
that it would be just us
now
it would be just us
now
you were thirty seven
and on a stress leave
from your back breaking
minimum wage job
trying with all your might
to stop me from becoming
my father
as you watched your little girl
drink
until she forgot
where she came from
you were forty four
i cried that you left
me for the wolves
for what he did to me
while you were
breaking your tired bones
putting food on the table
for me
making sure i’d never
know hunger
like you did
you were forty nine
when i realized
the woman before me
was a person
entirely imperfect
but selfless
doing the best she could
in a life
that had given you
so much less
than you deserved
i
had given you less
than you deserved
you have always
been
a mother
beautifully imperfect
but loving
beyond measure
doing the best she could
with what
her years
had given her.
I put my heart in this
I didn’t want to start with this
The love has been in me instead of around me
And you’ve taken part in this
.
Pardon miss behavior you wouldn’t know how hard it gets
To love when love has been taken for granted and your only love is where the party is
.
Blessed down to your dress I’m star-struck in this cardigan.
I’ll die in your arms tonight and tomorrow be your guardian.
Protecting you from inadvertent mistakes and the harm you’re in.
You will discover sincerity in my eyes
Look whose arms you’re in
.
You’re a queen, Elizabeth, I adore you it’s all pleasant.
You’re more amazing than December 25th
I’m delighted in your presence.
You leave after tonight I wouldn’t bet it
Because I’ll lift that dress and go beneath you like a peasant.
Peace
I DON’T SEE COLOUR
The famous phrase people say to distance themselves from
racism, but unless there is something wrong with your eyes
you can not escape my colour
You don’t see the different shape of my nose, my almond shaped
eyes, my wool textured earthly locs?
I want you to see my colour, my beautiful chocolate brown
shade of beauty
I want you to notice this colour I so proudly wear
I want you to appreciate this colour that was handed down
to me by my African ancestors who survived the middle
passage, slavery and more atrocities then you could
imagine.
“I’m not racist” you say “I see everyone the same” I am
colour blind, well what do you see? You see all shades of
white you erase me to sooth your eyes and make it
comfortable for you.
I don’t see colour, please… this is what society teaches, then
you must not appreciate art all the vibrant colours on a
canvas you don’t see that either?
Why would you not want to see the varieties of beauty that
surround you?
I want you to love my colour, my pigmentation, be in awe of
my glowing mahogany skin.
I want you to see and acknowledge my hue, by denying it is
to deny my being, deny my ethnicity and heritage.
My brownness strengthens me, uplifts me and brings me to
a higher plane
I have self-love and know my worth
SEE ME AS A BEAUTIFUL ENLIGHTENED SPIRITUAL
MAHOGANY SISTA WHO IS WOKE!!
Appreciate the beauty that comes in all shades I see it and
its magnificent
You have the patience of a saint. Through your grace and kind nature, I have come to understand and believe that true love exists for some who seek it in their hearts….
I yield to thy heart
So pure and sincere
Who sacrificed all for love
Filled with awe filled with fear…
My soul thee broughtest back
From the clutches of despair…
Reminiscent I of Anna karenina:
“every heart has its own skeleton…”
In reverence…..in prayer
I seek peace….
I seek solace…
From the perils of my anguished soul….
Distant thoughts, heavy heart, deep sigh lingering…
Frightened..desolate…cold..
But thy words of strength
Reached out and released the shackles from my heart tis’ pained….
You don’t even know
the power
you don’t realise
the flower
that grows inside
illusioned with pride
guarded by mind
is your might
is your right
to fight
versus premise of life
to know the truth
to be full, not half.
Whilst keeping it a prisoner
in a dark corner of your heart
you can not fathom
you can not know
you can not see
you can not be
who you are.
tiny flakes, noise, echoes
you touch as if
and hymns disturb
as bells wake up gods.
it is you in you
and it walks inside and unconsciousness sticks to keep you buried
a lifetime you waste, somewhere without
an idea
that you carried the burden of nothingness in apparent objective.
it is an artistic scramble to paint an image in darkness
of vacuum
you love to cherish and so indulge in nakedness of words runny.
incessant contest somewhere
a fluky dispersal
of emotions
carries
burden of age you know not and still cry meaning
and boast of scribbling an epitaph on stones half chiseled
a great effort to see light at a burial ground
the testimonial of infinity
calling man to hug.
you are not seen here, not at this moment, and maybe it is not in future
forever it is a struggle to exist in non-entity
you sit and tell.
There’s something wretched in an office that’s deathly quiet
The only sound to be heard is the droning of many computers in a room that’s empty
My eyes are growing weary as tiredness takes hold
Struggling to stay awake, I can feel my brain crawling out of my skull
I’m all alone, solitary confinement has taken control of my thoughts
Staring at the screen, wanting to write but nothing is forthcoming
My god I’m so bored doing the same thing over and over again
Suddenly, I feel a cold draft creeping down my spine
My heart starts to pound and perspiration drips from my brow
In the corner of my eye, there’s a glimpse of a shadow dashing across the room
I can’t move as fear grips me, keeping me paralyzed in my chair
“Where the hell is everyone?” the only thought passing through my mind
The lights flicker as if a gentle breeze caresses the flame of a candle
The room starts to shake violently
I can’t breathe, the air is so thin
Everything stops, the lights go out with a BANG, but the clock keeps ticking
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
Yet, time has stopped moving, tick tock tick tock, uncertain madness takes control
My blood starts to boil, the cramps in my stomach, ooh the pain
The pain is surreal, something is taking over me.
I feel that my time has finally been called
Death has come to claim my soul
Two shadowed figures stand before me
Their eyes are raging with fire; a haunting sound fills the room as these spectral beings move rapidly towards me,
I want to run but the floor is gripping me like a child clinging to its mother.
The demons enter my body and a fire burns inside me as I slowly disintegrate in to thin air
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