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You Took My Life As I Gave You Yours

Nervous, apprehensive, determined most of all
Excitement on hold, a job to be done
His greatest gift, holy, our creation.
I was prepared, clarity in vision.
Betrayed, a body incapable of my goal.
The journey we started forced to an end,
Mind over matter now meaningless sentiment.

Consent hurriedly signed as corridors sped by
Smell and sounds unfamiliar to our plan,
Masked faces, green gowns occupy our space
Determination gives way to trepidation uncontrolled.
Your father takes my hand, soul now stilled
Presence of his strength restoring all calm.

Searing pain, tearing through me, more than I can bare
Again the end goal grows too far,
You are within reach, unable to be touched
The seconds tick by, clock jealous of our need.
 
Finally the cocoon that was your home releases you,
A screwed up face and manhood presented to me.
Overwhelmed, emotions lightening in speed
You are here, your arrival the greatest event.

An afternoon spent lost in your gaze,
Confirmation perfection on earth exists.
Stars appear in the night sky
Wearily, with reluctance, utata kisses us goodbye.

The phone call arrives,
Urgency the need,
The greatest day turned inside out.
Your life safe I faced my own mortality
Seconds, minutes, hours all pass by
Again and again dark skies give way to light.

Awake! Scared! Fear foremost in my mind.
What happened to my child?
Why do I not feel you near?
Your father’s hand never far from mine
His eyes reflect my fear,
But knowledge gives him ease, relief has found him.

Tests, observations, all stealing time from me
Never a woman’s need for her kin has been so great.
The warmth of your skin a glove to my heart.
A life spared, second chance, saved by God’s grace.

The years pass by, 10 in all,
Sometimes you question my humanity
Forever I reassure you I will never leave.
Your heart, your blood they are part of me,
Entwined are our souls, never to be freed.

You took my life as I gave you yours,
It was You who gave birth to me,
For you created a mother, 
A higher being.

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What Happens In the Past, Stays In the Mind

What happens in the past, stays in the mind.

Sitting on the floor, pen in hand, a wealth of books surround me, comfortable in my familiarity.
Studying was my sole mission; achieving only excellence my greatest aim.
Suddenly a flash! Vivid sounds, historic pictures, acrid smells all at once confusing my senses, relentlessly bombarding me.
Strangely familiar to my inner soul, eerily unknown to my conscious mind.
Without warning they were gone, vanished, as if they'd never been.
I fleetingly pondered stress maybe, or perhaps a mind overwhelmed with tired eyes?
Shaking off all unease ever stoic reslove returned me to my scattered pages.
The security found in peace of mind, the refusal to admit now short lived.
Eve after eve this crushing wave of confusion interrupts my brain,
Harassing my troubled senses all at once.
Eve after eve the depth of picture it paints reveals ugly truths with increasing clarity.
A carpet- I recognise, A nightdress- I remember, A cologne- I could never forget...
NO! I refuse,
NO! I rage,
Indignant i cry out, NOT ME!
Alcohol, alcohol is what I need.
Too great a desire to still these haunting thoughts,
To quieten the tormenting demons determined to rise from my deep.
Disgust, self loathing, how can I ever get clean?
Was it my fault, did I ask for it? It must be something I did, the frightened child inside believes.
Weeks pass, horrowingly studying continues in vain, striving to be the focus once again.
Alcohol befriends me, blinding my red rimmed eyes from these tormented creatures within.
In this one true friend I find a conceited sanctuary, a place to block out the pain.
To live without feeling, numbing the ever present anguish that grows inside.
Years pass, sunken cheeks and lines etched on my skin evidence that intrusions grow ever bolder.
For stubbornly they are unwilling to stay tamed under lock and key,
Ravishing my very core, increasingly enraging me, their time to surface has been reached.
Defeated. Crushed. Broken into a million pieces, each one damaged beyond repair.
I can no longer play this tireless game of hide and seek.
Body and mind having now become the host to a greater evil -
Fear.
It takes up residence in me, the unwelcomed guest that never leaves.
Fear of acknowledgement, fear of acceptance, fear to face and live life once again.
A true reminder that what happens in the past, stays in the mind.

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My Friend, My Love

My friend, my love

 

A King, forged from the red earth of Africa.

Skin blessed by a kiss from the sun,

A vision of God’s own reflection.

Towering high above the masses,

A mountain of your own.

Shoulders wide enough to carry the world,

A back with the strength to bare that burden.

Endowed as a bullock should be

Your insatiable lust for flesh engorges you.

Your digits; tasked with walking this earth,

Serve to show that even in perfection imperfection exists.

A mind with flaws reminding you are a mortal being.

Your culture entwined, a joint entity, breathing as one,

To separate you from it would be akin to separating the moon from the stars.

Crowned by your ancestors,

The strongest of leaders to guide your kinsman.

Quite masculinity defined in your forefathers.

A son who is his mother’s own,

Never a loyaler child created.

A provider, stoic in his resolve.

A partner, a friend, all consuming.

You engulf with your love,

Restless in your motivation for her success.

Your Achilles heel, your creations,

Your life, your death resides in them.

My friend, my love,

A good man.


 Alunamda  23/01/19

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I Am Me

I am me

 

Victim, survivor.

Prey and predator.

Weak yet strong,

Anxious but outraged.

 

You are not me,

You cannot feel my pain

Or walk my path.

For you are you.

 

The only me is the reflection the mirror presents.

The only me is MY soul, MY feelings, MY skin.

 

Do not pretend to know me.

Do not assume you know my fear.

Instead just listen.

Support without judgement.

Commit to raising change.

 

For I am me…

And you…

Are you.

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I Thought I Was In Control

It's not about me, it's all about you.
Every choice, every decision, every breath is all taken with you unwantedly occupying each and every square inch of my space.
I cannot move without you weighing me down, judging me, criticising and suffocating me.
I wake you are there, I wash you are there, I go to work you are there.
Every shopping trip, every outing and every catch up with friends.
I try to leave you behind, I ignore you and fight against you with all of the rage and determination of youth.
But,
It's not about me, it's all about you.
Until you become me and I am you,
We are no longer two separate beings.
There are no lines between you and I.
We are woven into one.
Entwined.
I live in you and you live in me.
Together, 24hours a day.
You are my first waking thought and my last kiss at night.
Slowly,
Slowly I am losing myself to you, in you and through you.
Slowly I am dying from within.
My mind no longer my own, my body ravaged by your effects, my soul left, wandering lonely and misunderstood.
You have become me and I am now you,
My identity is yours.
People look at me and they see you, people watch me and they judge you.
People talk to me and you answer before I have time to reply.
I thought I was in control.
When this started it was me using you. You were my tool to block out the pain.
You were mine to pick up when I needed to feel clean and mine to disregard when the moment had passed.
When this started it was me using you.
My body was mine, my mind was my own. You freed me.
Temporarily, you were my comforting friend.
I thought I was in control.

Bulimia.

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Black Sheep

Does the sheep wonder of its colour
Before it’s tarred with a brush
Does the sheep feel unfavourable 
Without judgement from us
Does the sheep acknowledge its identity
Feel caged, suppressed or free
Does the sheep feel like a lesser sheep
If it’s left to simply be
Does the sheep recognise discomfort
From those irrationally frightened
Does the sheep care for such ignorance
Of those much less enlightened
Does the sheep seek to take from us
Responsibilities that are our own
Does the sheep wish to teach us all
Discrimination begins at home
Does the sheep even care to wonder
About these nonsensical things
Or
Does the sheep just want to chew its grass
And see what each day brings

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Apologise No More

Apologise no more!

 

I’m sorry if I offended you,

My intention it was not, let’s be clear.

I’m sorry if I offended you,

Tact is not my strong point I fear.

 

I’m sorry if I offended you,

My colour won’t change, your attitude can.

I’m sorry if I offended you,

Let’s take a look at how this began.

 

I’m sorry if I offended you,

Though you took my people to enslave.

I’m sorry if I offended you,

If my ancestors were too brave.

 

I’m sorry if I offended you,

You see this ‘sickness’ is part of me.

I’m sorry if I offended you,

With my vow not to flee.

 

I’m sorry if I offended you,

By refusing to give up the fight.

I’m sorry if I offended you,

In being just and right.

 

I’m sorry if I offended you,

That I will not lay down and die.

I’m sorry if I offended you,

In not accepting your oppression, no matter how hard you try.

 

I’m sorry if I offended you,

My spirit is a gift I’m afraid.

I’m sorry if I offended you,

In God’s reflection I was made.

 

I’m sorry If I offended you,

I refuse to bow to thee.

I’m if sorry If I offended you,

For you are not My Almighty.

 

I’m sorry if I offended you,

Your perspective I may not change.

I’m sorry if I offended you,

But counselling I can arrange.

 

I’m sorry if I offended you,

As it’s clear as day and night.

I’m sorry if I offended you,

For it’s Your perception of black and white.

 

I’m sorry if I offended you,

Is this apology just a token?

I’m sorry if I offended you,

It’s You not Me who’s broken.

Best Poems Written by Alunamda Yokwe

You Took My Life As I Gave You Yours

Honesty

Vent

A Singular Pair

What Happens In the Past, Stays In the Mind

My Friend, My Love

I Am Me

I Thought I Was In Control

Black Sheep

Apologise No More