
Slavery
I woke amidst a silence infantile,
The ennui suffered froze time – aeonic
Disease held my mind in its casket. Bile
And blood that brewed a spirit: platonic
Love liquor conjures beneath despising
The cherished nemesis; he poisoned, drugged
With hate the addiction I do now cling.
The emotional opium thieved, mugged
The inner being of its purity
I depend on a substance which induced
The bruising of my own security.
That infringed protection I am reduced
To. Memories I’ll take to my near grave
From my life as an African child slave. . .
I woke amidst a silence infantile,
The ennui suffered froze time – aeonic
Disease held my mind in its casket. Bile
And blood that brewed a spirit: platonic
Love liquor conjures beneath despising
The cherished nemesis; he poisoned, drugged
With hate the addiction I do now cling.
The emotional opium thieved, mugged
The inner being of its purity
I depend on a substance which induced
The bruising of my own security.
That infringed protection I am reduced
To. Memories I’ll take to my near grave
From my life as an African child slave. . .
Freedom
I listened carefully amidst reposed
Calm. Admiring her façade, weak and strong –
Both rivals battling for turf. Exposed
As lovers in affairs they should belong.
She conquered mental wounds an unaided
Eye would be blind to see. A soul of man,
A mind of woman. Tears had evaded
Her long ago. A medicine began
To guard her spirit from the ocean’s cries,
Far away in a heaven not yet heard
Of. Strength: the healer. Hope and faith baptised
A woman made of velvet steel. Her words
Echoed, resounded back to my sewn heart –
Sojourner’s words I cannot be apart . . .
Calm. Admiring her façade, weak and strong –
Both rivals battling for turf. Exposed
As lovers in affairs they should belong.
She conquered mental wounds an unaided
Eye would be blind to see. A soul of man,
A mind of woman. Tears had evaded
Her long ago. A medicine began
To guard her spirit from the ocean’s cries,
Far away in a heaven not yet heard
Of. Strength: the healer. Hope and faith baptised
A woman made of velvet steel. Her words
Echoed, resounded back to my sewn heart –
Sojourner’s words I cannot be apart . . .