Element of Freedom

Ask your mother how your father Was sold yesterday to the hands of righteous death, curling in fearful fist. His stomach was empty with a widened wild hunger and she left him to die. Ask her of your name "Kamchetanna". Ask her of your sisters and brothers sold into slavery before you were born. She has a tale to tell of you in her mouth, Let not this song split from my mouth like the old Imo and Abia... For the love of yesterday when we danced For the craving eyes of another past generation Freedom that calls has no guilt to kill Freedom that speaks has no envy but Element like the gathering of the clouds in summer Like the chirping of the winter birds in the air Like the waving hands of the hibiscus flowers I have no bed that calls for absence of a body Ask your mother for the freedom to explore See yourself by yourself; for it's been long You saw yourself yourself without a mirror For winds will slide no more into your thought Rays of sunlight brighten your smile again Those dots of thin fragment substances of your laughter Could stand in between the night of motherhood And bound that exist between mother and daughter... Ask your mother what killed your father before another mistake creep in like a leper With a burning breast of pocketing darkness Welcomes you again. ©John Chizoba Vincent From_A_Pen_Refusing_Frustration