Empress Of Strength, Show Me.
Written And Spiritually Illustrated By:
Justen Angel
Gradually eye remembered the agony in the day she descended in chains. Eye watched her nurse my baby brother in pain as the moonlight washed against her skin through the windowpane. Eye felt so ashamed because bashfully eye was attracted to the masculinity of the color black. She sang quietly while staring insight-fully into the eyes of a child that didn’t belong to her. The sounds of whips crackling violently played in the back of my memory as eye stood on the same side as her enemies. They called us pale beings, hells demons. We divided their tribes and provided them lies. Gave them a bible, revising the lines, teaching them hatred in the fact that they were naked when blackness is scared but we still spat at them in cages. We truly are, the rapture of Satan. But not eye, “…eye’m not like them, you don’t have to be afraid of me…” my arm reached out to her patiently and amazingly, she reached and connected, revealing the scars on her arms from where my father had to ‘teach her a lesson’. “…eye hurt for you….and even if you ARE a slave, eye’d work for you…AND your love….your beautiful to me Claire” “My name IS…..Bahiya.” She snapped and detached her grip from mine. It almost slipped my mind that she had been named by father to keep her mind away from her roots. Eye had no problem with telling her the truth and even though eye’m swelling with youth, eye see nothing wrong with becoming a man and running my hands over the hurt my family has caused. Her beauty pampers my thoughts, ‘she doesn’t deserve this…’ eye hear in my mind but unfortunately we are here in a time where the hearts have no say so.
“Let’s runaway… LETS GO!” eye beg while following her to my brother’s cradle. She rested him then looked at me deep in the blue eye used to see, “Lets do it…just you and me.” “But where are –“
“Shh… eye know where…just follow me there.” Eye bottle her hand and kill the lights as my baby brother dreams peacefully, filled with life. Eye quietly attempted to sneak her out into the chill of night but she insisted on staying put while dragging her foot as the other tagged along shook. “Look…” eye turned back to her with a stern glimpse holding my desire. “ we will be back before any one even noticed we left….just follow me…” Eye then seen the fear in her eyes die as her steps crept to the side of me, her hold became more gentle with mine. The creaking floorboards silently peel as we try to be still under the Z’s my father breathes in deep slumber. Through the door the Finally we reach the heat of the summer in the night, where eye can love her as hard as eye like. Eagerly eye race her through the cotton field but eye must have forgotten whats real because this was the same land her people where dropped and killed. Eye looked to her in attempts to watch and heal the tears in her eyes, feeding her the medicine of hopes that maybe she would see that eye, a man, would love to love her.
She is a master in her own art of shade
To show her my admiration…my heart is her slave…
For life…
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