With your unanchored skewed perception
You can not understand the celebratory depth of her conception,
How her birth offered wonder and discovery to affectionate hands as they stroked her apparent invisibility; you forfeited the ability to understand she is someone’s precious moment,
Attached to a collective care shared by spirits of the ancestors, she is majestic and loved,
She is honored.
Her essence you sought to ensnare to supplement your own bitter heartbeat habits
A watershed relationship wreck you sank her with Titanic tactics
Her smiles, laughs and memories do not belong to you; you had but a lease on her time, The mortgage to her heart belongs in the hands of her Creator divided between two ,who became one to fertilize her to fruition, a tuition to high for your school of thought.
You peer into her face with man made myopic distortions morphing her truth
into your lies –raised inside a dreadful cave, where darkness rules your days
wrapping “I love you” into a weapon then battering her with the phrase.
You praise yourself, fancy yourself as an indulgent man; can easily weave a tapestry of reasons why she should be honored by your constant dishonor and repulse, “love” you alienate and avulse
You are a boy who does not walk with God, but with impulse.
Caught up in anguish and perceived loss you choose to “lose” your cool
Forgetting she is someone’s element universal,
Her smiles, laughs and memories do not belong to you,
We do not support placating a misplaced male ego
Or administering brain damaging deluges disguised as trust –
You trussed her trust
Thrusting her once celebrated birth into the hands of near death
Stolen breath, body beaten, chastity charred
She’ll never run carefree in the spirit of her own yard
Simply because you found dealing with your own personal demons to damn hard,
She was never your property to discard.
(And to my young sister who survived)
Fret not young beauty, it is our duty to gather you, reassemble and love you and those profoundly affected from the insanity of the dejected. This community will abound with love. Expect it.
Iya Isoke © 12-22-10