Take Me Back
Take me back to my mother's womb
Where darkness was light
Vision my perspective and my third eye well versed
Fluidity championed my freedom, movement boundless.
Where the only ropes that tethered me
were cords that brought nourishment to my blood,
limitless were my stores
My soundtrack the constant beating of the heart that accepted me
before I encountered...you
...and me
Please take me back to my mother's womb
Where my tears mingled with the waters that surrounded me
never to be witnessed by man
These same waters that buffered the inevitable jarring of my body
and ultimately, distortions in my soul.
Toil was not known to me as hours became days, weeks, then months.
My form, strength, it simply became, effortlessly as was originally decreed.
Oh! I beg you, take me back to my mother's womb
Where visions of my Creator were still vivid
and instructions for my purpose well memorized!
My buttocks still smarting from being bounced on my ancestors' knees
as I listened to stories as good as my own
Clear in my mind, the echoing laughter of my Asian sister to come and
the Senegalese brother that never was, as we played innocent games awaiting our calling...
Listen to me, as I plead with you to take me back to my mother's womb,
where all was as it should be.
Copyright © Abongile Ncwana | Year Posted 2016
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