FROM THE DEEM WE ROSE BRIGHT
I opened my eyes to blink
All I see are clicks from
beautiful chicks
To the other side men with their own bottles
Yelling at me .for the first
time
It reminded me of word once
told
When I had a crash on
someone’s wife
That’s when I was five.
I gathered courage, yes the
same courage
I once had when I was being
whipped
For failing my math test
Gathered chips of the so
called words
Spited the heaviest piece
Part of the perfect piece I
kept deep down my deep heart
The piece I once used after
four week
With sleepless night to
concur she heard heavy heart.
With no heist like a beast
raised my voice
Raise it with more heat to
never let it down
Raised it to light they with
deem feelings
Looked straight in eyes of
men sitting to my right
Right staring at me.my heart
pumped fast
As fast as when my friend
told me he was dumped
Felt coldness the whole
body, fear overwhelmed my whole
For the first time I wished
on his mic to never again come near
.”You see us on stage but
some of us it’s never that dear”
Held a mic to not leave it
again with a wish only one in me
None Rather than wishing it
could fly away my fear
My hands full of heat
drought out a river of sweat
Lost the next line in my
head, red to remember
Sitting under a big tree, yes
we were tree I dad and ma mom
Chatting and chanting here
my dad making mats
The sore motivation to this
revolution in me
Saw my self writing square
root of sixteen on
My school note book to later
be torn by my dad to smoke
Here feeling over the moon
that
Am about to be done with
this mess
Right a way opened my round
mouth
Bound with a spell of
memories and said
” we gathered around stepped
out feet on the ground”
Full of wisdom Ready to
recite my favorite piece of freedom.
The stage became rough laughed at me
As I heard no noise voice I
said in me
“is this going to happen
twice”
Wanted to lie lye down or
fly away
Just to find a way to run away
with my shame but still saw no way
Conversations, people’s
reactions freeze
Lights turned lighter my
body turned light
The roomed squeezed and
seemed small
Still clanged on my lines
adding a word to a word
Trying to step down to end a
stanza
My heart pushed word of a
tang my mom never breast fed me
Falsha selsha the word welcoming freedom
To let the colors of the
green shalmak wash a way our worries
Queries of slavery and
memories of they the heroes who died on war
The mother raped in the eyes
of her son
The man whose manhood cut in
the eyes of her daughter
A quarter aged his age after forcefully forced
to sleep with his father
A night mare she never once had testing where
she came from
That poor child killed by
being pound in a mortar
The pour necks which tasted
the sharpness of a panga
Anger hunger that kid
sitting on an anthill
Being bitten by eagles
For the first time felt
the true essence of Saint Patrick’s Day
Long at last came to realize
that it wasn’t only the Irish day
But my day chanting him who
from the deem raised me
Feed me with talent and
wisdom wisely
Raised me to always scatter
words like roses in them
They teal they who never
wished me risen.
