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The Forgotten Path

As 
it 
was 
that 
in 
my 
pain 
I 
felt 
the 
agony. 
Building 
up 
inside 
me 
like 
a 
Jericho 
wall 
that 
refused 
to 
fall 
was 
my 
misery. 
I 
forgot 
the 
names 
of 
those 
who 
shot 
the 
same 
people 
in 
the 
struggle 
with 
me. 
It 
was 
never 
discussed 
how 
we 
can 
get 
focused 
through 
the 
strain 
of 
the 
chain. 
The 
Abels 
of 
the 
Dutch 
people 
were 
the 
evil 
spirits 
that 
murdered 
a 
Cain. 
In 
unsettled 
homesteads 
in 
the 
wilderness 
of 
pity 
hanging 
filthy 
attire 
on 
trees. 
Our 
women 
danced 
for 
their 
men 
and 
their 
women 
cooled 
our 
faces 
like 
a
morning 
breeze. 
Through 
your 
many 
outcast 
brothers,you 
created 
a 
vessel 
that 
spread 
your 
disease. 
They 
structured 
gay 
constitution 
and 
made 
prostitution 
businesses 
out 
our 
sisters. 
Established 
churches 
to 
tutor 
slaves 
on 
the 
slave 
trade 
and 
rapist 
ministers. 
For 
long 
have 
we 
endured 
the 
pain 
not 
insured 
under 
the 
reign 
of 
terror. 
Blood 
has 
been 
spilled 
and 
my 
fathers 
raped 
and 
killed 
trying 
to 
settle 
the 
error. 
We 
are 
one 
but 
not 
long 
have 
I 
begun 
seeing 
black 
in 
this 
bloody 
mirror. 
Color 
is 
just 
a 
craving 
of 
the 
whitewashed 
masses. 
When 
was 
it 
that 
you 
forced 
Dutch 
vocabulary 
upon 
the 
dark 
skinned 
classes? 
And 
when 
we 
rallied 
in 
the 
streets 
against 
it 
you 
chose 
to 
shoot 
us. 
Now 
your 
christian 
institutions 
are 
trying 
to 
brain-
constitute 
us.
If 
war 
was 
never 
the 
motive 
we 
would've 
saved 
more 
lives. 
Now 
you've 
created 
democracy 
and 
raped 
our 
wives.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 9/24/2014 2:31:00 PM
Very intricate, deep powerful piece! Excellent write! Pandita
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Nokturnal Poet Raymond Letsitsa
Date: 9/30/2014 10:48:00 AM
I'm humbled most greatly Ms. Pandita. Glory