Best Poems Written by Aisha Johnson

Mold Me

You suppose mold and place heavy on my head your expectations of greatness
It shines in a young easily influenced mind that this is it, I am ultimate
I am power, respected and queen 
With gold on my wrists and house with pool 
Why then did the insides scream? 
House shared with German Jamaican of discipline whose only want was to turn me backwards and discipline me 
Without my submissions I was again desolate 
Sweet fragrance of Arabic perfume an assault on my senses to you I belonged 
My god yet they took inside their armpits as if this the reach from bowed on prayer matt to be theirs 
I cried sweet tears of joy for Jesus and asked am I a Muslim
Yet they wrapped their women in muslin cloth and forbid the outspoken in silenced nights, the stuff that the newspapers cannot and will not write
My acceptance came when dressed in brand 
And I held my forehead to the sun
Sun god whispered to me go home, to the place of heart 
Restart turn not from your cosmo mix of family, distress and heartbreak
But heal - here you are young lady nothing more than a rich persons meal
Merely a game and I had no success 
In that very happening I became eternally blessed
My ancestors never foresaked me and glory is spirituality so fast, so complete so bitter like sea salt 
Rinsing the wounds for further battles

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