Posterity’s filters, stifling legacies
Imagination, mind’s existential erudition
Thought, where all is hypothetical
Creativity, reality’s abstracted exposition
Flowing like Poetry’s tear ducts
Escaping, our multiplicative deliberations
Dogpaddling our syllable rivers
Inspiration squared: Poesy’s mathematics
In each blink a tsunami of sensations
Await
Barren reveries as existence’s taxing
Weight,
Chance as judge, to inherited circumstance
Newborns delivered into a pigeonhole
Our life’s preordained by a birth certificate
Happenstance as ignorance’s sinkhole
Childhoods kidnaped by fate’s, asthmatic
Machinations
Warzone survival tattoos inking, destitute
Destinations
Inked deep, skin bleeding diaspora bleakness
Mirror clouding self-worth’s, connate
Asking why skin colours differentiate
Some fortuitous, other’s labelled a weakness
Traversing life, without changing our societal
Postcode
Systemically segregated, herded to free climb
Prejudice,
Defying imperialism’s warping of culture
Curating pride with pijin tongue, defiance
Damini’s cathartic musicality
Oga Abeg, abeg, abeg
Wetin I do they pree me too
O why, O why, O why
When they see us move ahead
They be scheming, plotting
Insuring we remain entrenched
In that same woe n lament
Sighing, exasperated by that
Absentee silence
Be it a deity or that big bang
Scrabbling science
Heartache shrapnel accumulating
In every pulsing, regret
Pandering to that red string, ache
Ghost smiles that resent,
It’s just another moonless night
Scribbling our poetic might
Memories ‘O’, carry me ‘O’
Spare me from Aurora’s sorrow
Lonesome’s waning, rainbows
Sprouting dark cloud rhymes
My body done dey tire eh
My head done scatter eh
Memory’s ahh-oh
Ferry me ahh-oh
Grant a reprieve
So I may glimpse
Those idyllic Abyssinia fields
I’ll rest my fight
Where it all began, heed these
Tears, as sincere
Memories ahh-oh
Carry me go
Abeg, abeg, abeg
Carry me go
What’s it gonna be
A crescendo hurrah
or
A surrendered sigh
It matters little
If we learn to cherish
Sweet breath
Ye, uh-huh Ye, Ye, Ye
You fit no dey tomorrow
Best count every second!
Smiling, Up
At moody, clouds
Is victory enough
For some…
© L. B. Mek
March 2023
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- Published: March 10th, 2023 03:33
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Comments3
Wow, there's a lot in that!
forgive me, I get carried away sometimes
No need to apologise, it stretched me.
so much said in the first stanza alone. As in all good writing the first is a summation of what is to follow. I love the poetic description of fate at birth. We are all destined to prejudice of one sort or another. It seems to be in the human condition to discriminate. I have given up discriminating against skin color, health conditions, gender but still find myself discriminating against those that try to take advantage of me or harm me. I'm working on that. The whys of why some are born to such terrible situations gos answered. "Spare me from Aurora's sorrow" This line hit deep. Is it the awakening knowledge that light brings that brings regret? Carpe diem my dear friend.
Amen!
What an acute distillation
of my concussed scribble
lol
I can but thank you, cherished friend
for all the time you invest, in trying to make sense
of my feeble efforts, may karma reward your kindness
tenfold!
'Carpe noctem' dear Poet
salut! 🍻
I find dear friend, that the hardest thing in this world to change is a mind. I think of these song lyrics from the musical "South Pacific"
"You've got to be taught
To hate and fear,
You've got to be taught
From year to year,
It's got to be drummed
In your dear little ear
You've got to be carefully taught.
You've got to be taught to be afraid
Of people whose eyes are oddly made,
And people whose skin is a diff'rent shade,
You've got to be carefully taught.
You've got to be taught before it's too late,
Before you are six or seven or eight,
To hate all the people your relatives hate,
You've got to be carefully taught!"
Predjuice has been passed down generation to generation without questioning why. This is such a powerful truth you put before us, superbly written! Thank you.
'You've got to be taught
To hate and fear,'
what wisdom you've shared, thank you!
(indeed, so much of our prejudice
we're insidiously indoctrinated within
during our defenceless childhood years
where we assume, we have no choice
in following opinions and believes
so we can belong, to those people
we fear we'll be lost, without)
so glad you enjoyed the read my kind friend
thank you! for the support
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