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They chained my ancestors so I would break free from the shackles of slavery.
They colonized my family tree so I would embrace freedom through dissidence.
They imprison my kin so I may wield my convictions as weapons of war.
They imposed the plagues of capitalism on the colonial trading posts that sharpened my clarity.
I will never be their favorite house *****.
They sanctified racial hatred as if there were multiple human races.
I was schooled in the colonial classroom, yet liberty and equality keep me from blindly singing the praises of fraternity.
I know that some dark skins were born with the genetic code of betrayal.
I am a Sub-Saharan animist, aware of my Africanness, on a planet hostile to my humanity.
Born of the cradle of the first human beings,
those bloodthirsty colonizers disguised themselves as missionaries to violate the dignity of my people for centuries.
They want me to drown my determination in the maze of the illicit.
They want me to be their scapegoat when they seek to conceal their incompetence.
I will never accept being the doormat on which they wipe their filthy feet.
I will never be the lectern for the Negrophobic and supremacist stereotypes they’ve kept alive since their so-called abolitions.
I am not only free: I am a rebel they will try to marginalize.
Their devilish schemes will have no effect,
for I am the product of the slums of an Africa persecuted since the Arab-Muslim slave raids.
I have never been a native subject, but I like to reread meticulously the Code Noir through Colbert’s own eyes, so as not to be one more blind man facing the savagery of the makers of the black bomb.
I stand in the skin of an undocumented immigrant who can never be assimilated after being “Frenchified” in the furnaces of colonial cruelty.
I will never trust the Republic of Slave-Trading Enlightenment.
These compulsive racists want to see me dehumanized in the slave plantations of their supremacist alienation,
just as they did to my forebears for centuries in Africa and the Caribbean.
My heart of stone quenches its thirst in the dirty hands of misery.
The tears of my family tree run down the scarred faces of their history.
The pain of my color screams in silence the secrets these racists choke.
My dignity unravels in the cold sheets of indifference.
I write prayers with the sufferings of my dehumanized ancestors.
Colonial barbarity rocked me more tenderly than the arms of a banana republic.
The darkness of my Africanness embraces me with the tenderness Marianne denies me.
My nightmares slip through the bars of their contempt.
I build castles of peace from the rubble of my rage.
Humanity has left me, but poverty calls me by my name.
I walk barefoot on the embers of a History they wish to erase.
My memory bleeds beneath the spit of their falsified textbooks.
The chains of my forebears still echo in the halls of their palaces.
The scars on my skin speak centuries their museums keep silent.
The winds of exile still blow through my sand-filled veins.
I breathe the ashes of my ancestors burned into oblivion.
The shadow of my truth roams through the filthy dungeons of their ignorance.
They painted my penance as folklore to display it without ever hearing it.
My ordeal crosses centuries but never breaches their borders.
I was born of the grim whirlwind of ancestral fury.
The flag of my homeland flies from my heart, but my roots have mourned for millennia.
My mother tongue weeps in the darkness of the Republic’s atrocities.
They offer me equality like one throws a bone to a starving dog.
Their lights dazzle me but never warm me.
My clenched fists still hold the dreams they hanged.
The wrinkles of my grandmother bear the cartography of a perpetual revolt.
I kneel on the ruins of my identity reduced to dust.
My pride is a wound they refuse to heal.
My surname suffocates in their colonized mouths.
The imperfect walk of man, cared about in recklessness,
careening for the wall of death, can’t be protected -
no longer in his mama’s womb. Womanized, dehumanized,
faithless…AnD cared about. Those left behind, want to rewind
their watches, but the truth is they couldn’t fix him. All his ills
in his bushy beard, behind it a smile, a hug, a shrug. Darkness
was upon him and in his circle of conspirators…can you believe
the music coming out of them - great big curses, whispers
mixed with praise music…the daring beast brought down
with determined gentleness. They flee from the Spirit’s power.
Still I hope and hope and hope, if this is the end, as it seems,
that somehow, by the skin of his teeth, he made peace with God.
The world was silent as they died
The victims of a genocide
Armenian blood considered cheap
Dehumanized, their wounds cut deep
Starvation in a desert land
A naked, bleeding, hopeless band
The relocation just a ruse
A Death March of rampant abuse
Few decades later, Hitler said,
“Forgotten are Armenian dead.
Perhaps I too can do the same,
for who remembers them by name?
I’ll kill the Jews, yes, every one!
The world can’t stop me till I’m done!”
Another genocide took place
For Jews, no favor, mercy, grace.
These horrors haunt humanity
But who can stop insanity?
Now Jews are on the killing side
They claim it’s not a genocide
Poor Gaza has no wailing wall
the bomb blasts made the strongest fall,
and wailing’s heard on ravaged streets
where children lie in bloodied sheets
From rubble rises stifled cries
a mother dies with open eyes
her arms still clutching baby tight
while blasts light up the Gazan night.
A father faints beside the grave
of children whom he could not save
And those who manage to survive
Must fight for food to stay alive
Though Israel forgot its past,
the truth of what they’ve done will last.
The word they use? Retaliate!
The proper word? Annihilate!
Get rid of every single one
The work of vengeance must be done
A freedom fighter? Terrorist?
The slaughtered ones can’t answer this.
Instead of useless rhetoric
Protect the dying, wounded, sick
Wake up and stop this savagery
Please do it for humanity!
No matter what my choice of word,
I grieve for those who died, unheard
I groan with shame for what I see
The death of human dignity
To you who did not raise you voice,
Who claimed you really had no choice,
one day the genocide will be
of loved ones in your family
Before you go down to the grave
Cry out for someone’s help to save
But silence will reverberate
For lesson learned was learned too late
When your life bleeds out on the ground
The world will watch without a sound.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I have been up and down the valley
I have been honored and dishonored
Good and bad times have been my lot
In my search for happiness and fulfillment
I have been to hell and back
False accusations wet my pillow nightly
Isolation was constant companion
I was despised and hated
When I longed for recognition and love
I was brutalized and dehumanized
When I searched for empathy and humanity
I was object of mockery and disdain
When my heart yearned for acceptance and respect
I was invited to high society as guest
But on each occasion turned
Back in disgrace and rejection
I have gone round the circle and back
And standing tall and victorious
For I have conquered all my adversaries
The worse is over
Like a bolt from the pit of hell you appeared
And stealthily like a thief in the night
You entered into our lives
Disguising as our familiar foe
Masking your deadliness in controversy
And like the serpent in the Garden of Eden
You bought our connivance to denial of your sinister presence
All the while bidding your time for pandemic descent on humanity
And when we innocently looked the other way
You pounced on our haplessness and helplessness
And descended on us with lightning speed
From Wuhan to Italy
From Italy to France
From France to Spain and America
And from America to the rest of the world
You dehumanized us
You humiliated us
You demobilized us
You dis-focused us
Causing segregation among us
You separated us
You trivialized all our efforts to get even with you
You truncated all our plans for the future
You stultified all we have stashed away for the rainy day
You demoralized our populations
Locking them down in anger and hunger
In addition, making them to see their God in bad light
As they are shut out from their sanctuaries of hope
Even though you have continued to assault our sensibilities
With the number of fatalities we have counted globally
I am glad to disappoint you
Serendipitously we have been demystified by your pyrrhic victory
Now we know the rich and the poor are vulnerable
We have been humbled by your challenge
Making us more united to fight a common enemy
Our scientists have been stretched by necessity the mother of invention
We have equally discovered our good leaders
The bad ones we shall flush out at the polls
Mr. Corona virus I have another bad news for you
You have been pronounced dead in the spiritual realm
And so your physical interment is just weeks away
For we all are Coronavictorious!
MOTHER GHANA
I was told about your retrospect, after that scene, I burst into tears. I learned they came to genuflect like angels and took away your possessions. They dehumanized your progeny like animals. They dragged them as if they wanted to tear. Your progeny toiled just for us to cheer. They (the visitors) hypocritically played the drum expecting your progeny to dance. Your progeny suffered for my emancipation especially when the visitors wanted their nod consolidated. Your bold progeny tried come hell or high water to get it emasculated, but the more they tried, the more it got devastated. They fed your progeny and told them to regurgitate. They forced them with the rod anytime they tried to hesitate. They (the visitors) searched the brave among your progeny and escorted them to the grave. Wherever the deceased are, I pray the creator keeps their souls. You suffered but the battle ended. We thank those who toiled their blood and passed through all holes. We live confidently because of their fight. I couldn't stand the sight when I watched pictographic scenes of the battle. We were discarded but have been found. Today is your day for you were freed this day. Although I am happy, I am sad and I hope you know why. You were freed long ago but as if we have reached an impasse, we can't go. Anytime I think about it, I have no option than to sigh. Your present progeny need to wake up and work relentlessly, for your name should climb higher than I can see. You deserve the world's priority for you suffered immensely. It is unequivocal that your womb is blessed. We see bloody things in your neighbor's houses but we live happily on your compound. Awake present progeny and make your mother proud. You have tried but looking at your mother's grief, it is very minimal............HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ALL GHANIANS
NonViolent messiahs
and bodhisattvas
are not born to scorn
or demonize
or even demote
or excommunicate
win/lose competition games
like capitalism
and patriarchalism
and systemic racism
and sexism
and totalitarianism
and fundamentalism
and dogmatism
All politically privileged
undemocratic
sometimes self-righteously punishing
authoritarian parenting shame
and teaching individualistic blame
and governing with rod and staff
and cannon and nuclear ballistics
Making ZeroSum Win to Lose
evolutionary assumptions
about a dog eat dissociated
dehumanized dog world
filled with personal
and political,
local
and global,
cognitive/affective bicameral dissent
monoculturing leftbrain dominant
lack of co-invested passion
for win/win
resilient healthy and safest resolutions
Angelizing
re-connecting
re-weaving
ego/eco-therapeutic
bicameral co-arising
compassionately communicating
win/win cooperative co-investments
democracy transgeneratively empowering
integral systemic healing
with NonZero Zone positive
health/wealth anticipations
Mediating
revolutionary 20/20
multi-sensory revisioning
Right Yintegral/Left Yang co-empowering
eco-politically enlightening
bicamerally intelligent
health resilient
win/win systemic wealth
restoring
re-ligioning EarthJustice/Peace
regenerative
preventatively resilient
brilliant consciousness
of YangPower
co-passioning YintegraLight
Angelizing
positive compassions
in-between Heaven's ancient spiritual light
and Earth's natural co-passioned powers.
I am a child of war, misery, anger and suffering.
I grew up with sadness, uncertainty and anxiety.
I took refuge in solitude to avoid human bestiality and its hypocrisy.
My distress illuminated the darkness of my weaknesses.
I am forged in the burning furnaces of struggle and survival.
In my veins flows the impure blood of slaves, riflemen and resistance fighters.
My gaze carries the weight of the pain of my color and the age-old injustices of my oppressed people throughout the Earth.
My persecuted skin is the cemetery of the scars of battles, trials and sacrifices of my ancestors dehumanized by supremacist slave traders and racialist colonialists.
I am the bitter fruit of a continent nourished by fratricidal conflicts, genocides, civil wars, coups d'état, dictatorial excesses, tribal hatred, treachery, corruption and neocolonial stratagems.
My memories are horrible nightmares, broken fragments of all the horrors my eyes have seen.
My mind is a battlefield where truth, justice, liberty, equality and fraternity are expressed without hindrance.
Dear Mr. G.,
I'm a sloppily manufactured good
the kind of
you don't want it to be
exposed to the view
the kind of
piles up in a humid warehouse
tacitly humiliated
collusively dehumanized
even that feeling of having price attached
was never introduced
and I've heard the story about 20 dollar bill
that doesn't lose its value
no matter what
yet, here I am
unpriced
magnitude of my role is reduced to
bidding for detour
and what if
no one ever unpacks my pages
what if ...
is this reticent predestination
my real path
or instructions are misplaced
give them an order
I'm patiently waiting for refinement
Kind regards
S.