Heleen van de Ven
By
Ani Kayode Somtochukwu
To the guardians of grace
You that know the way of kings
That claim to see the stars and dance
You know I see your lies
I have drank from the cup of rivers
I have lived and died a thousand deaths
I see your lies.
I know there is nothing beyond the stars
There is no control of will
No desecration of nature’s control
No false hope.
You that heal and raise the dead
Do you think you do good
Do you believe you guide the flock
I see your lies.
You are fractions of mad power
You are guardians and hiders
Of truth, of destinies crafted false.
You lend the world your hate.
You lend me your hate.
I kill for your words, honesty’s perversion
We all do, we cling.
We forget grace when it’s hard
Remember when it’s easy
Like the hope from our lives
And share to the faithful, the love
But to those who need love
Who need grace
We shut our eyes and forget our grace.
We forget to remember to love.
Mourn me, Sister
I am an unwanton breeze
A broken white petal
Tears of brimming pain
Of elegantly rich regrets
I am a loving growing seed
That will tomorrow, shrivel dead
Trampled troubled, broken.
Sister please, tell my story when I’m gone
Tell my brothers that I fought
Tell my mother that I loved
Tell my father that I brawled.
Tell the tale of my days, do.
Of my life of being what I am not
Of the shame of being what I am
Of the joy of ending it all.
Listen Sister, don’t stop listening
Listen to my dying words.
I did not live my truth
Dangers smothered my words, my truth
Fear smothered my love, my life.
Sister, tell my father and the world
Urge them to mourn, play dirges
Tell them I deserve to be mourned, loved
I am human, save this ill
I am flesh and blood
I have life, till I took it.
Sister, bid them cry.
Only humans are wept for
Bid them preserve me human
Sister, bid them mourn
I am human.
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