Thursday, November 20, 2008

i and i.

i wanted to write a poem for them. not for an audience, not to relieve the pain i felt from hearing the story, but simply because they are family.....

"kill them"

"kill them so they can't say a word"

"kill them"

that's all she heard in the air she had yet to breathe
and if it wasn't for the piercing screams of her baby sister
battered, swollen, and bruised outside
she would have resolved to die after her legs divide
there is no math in this
4 men + 3 schoolgirls -1 car jacked
doesn't equal rape for hours
my cousins are 20, 16, and 8
jamaican born, our chest inflates
we are proud to wear the colors on our tongue
i speak of clear water, blue skies, and culture
not blood, tears, and vultures

we follow the dead, try to cure souls that no longer exist
rather they are alive in the thrusts of satan,
groping of sin, penetration of evil that now lies within
we done forgot how to cry
but my eyes bleed for remembrance
i want you to watch

as little niggas; with grown up guns on their waists hold up beauty in a parking lot
watch....as he drags the other two into an abandoned area
watch....while his colleagues beat the youngest like drums
they just want her to shut up
lips full;
she boasts genetics in her smile
she don't even speak now
second girl
who was shy as a child
she done got too LOUD

and the oldest
well....she blames herself

bounded by shackle and chain by obligation
to protect her siblings
there was too much weight on top of her to rise up
and if GOD is a woman
i know she mad as fuck
torn hymens are like tattered souls
there is ample entrance
when your gates to heaven are missing
innocence like glass
she is shattered on clouds of jah
my 8 year old first cousin is prism
bringing rainbows to my mothers side
"dem done lost dem rahtid mind"
to pluck jehovah's projects like paper mache
she molds us like clay
sun like oven
we harden by life into master pieces
hold pieces to temples like masters
while intruding into black temples like massas'
leaving us to piece it together, and put it past us
expected to swallow before; and throw up afters
but i promise you i won't stop breaking the silence til' peace is mastered.


-sigh- it sounds unfinished....but that's all i could get out before going into a fit of tears.





Jamaican National Anthem


Eternal Father, Bless our Land
Guard us with thy mighty hand
Keep us free from evil powers
Be our light through countless hours
To our leaders, great defender
Grant true wisdom from above
Justice, truth be ours forever
Jamaica, land we love
Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica, land we love

Teach us true respect for all
Stir response to duty's call
Strengthen us the weak to cherish
Give us vision lest we perish
Knowledge send us Heavenly Father
Grant true wisdom from above
Justice, truth be ours forever
Jamaica, land we love
Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica, land we love





-riv-

4 comments:

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Ziggy Za. said...

"hold pieces to temples like masters
while intruding into black temples like massas'"

Wow. This poem gave me chills. It's a shame that our deepest work comes from our deepest pain. Hope your family is okay.

Majik1987 said...

Eri, that poem hurts but it is unfinished. you know where it needs to go. Make it beat the demons that tainted such beauty. And we know that God give them all that they deserve, hopefully sooner rather than later, but for now I'm be a hater of manmade narrators singin the song we call the dessimator. hold ur head up shorty.

Cocoa Bean said...

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