Black Poetry : SiLeNce (For The Absolution of Sins)

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  1. Legacy21

    Legacy21 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    While the world goes to war somewhere a young woman suffers in.....

    *SILENCE*

    The velvet darkness wraps it arms around her
    As she bows at the iron feet of her last rest
    The memories swirl in the lightless abyss of her eyes
    Where the moon and curtains play a shadow dance on the walls
    The mirror reflects darkly
    The face of a young girl
    As the clear streams of agony stain her cheeks
    She flashes the blade of silver in the pale cast of the moon
    Contemplates the 16 years of a thankless gift
    Murmuring the tuneless words of "Dear God"
    Everyday has been hell
    As she remembers the rushing rose rivers from her torn womb
    (((PUSH)))
    Screaming inside her head
    *SILENCE*
    Bearing down on her bottom lips until the skin breaks
    (((THE EFFORT)))
    And then the metallic smell of blood and afterbirth
    As wailing explodes from deep within the new life
    Cradled in her left arm
    She wishes that she could weep as well
    I know your pain....
    Cry, but soon this will be over
    For us both......
    She whispers
    Her right hand sweeps over the plastered curls
    As the new born baby boy continues to voice his discomfort
    Scream!
    But no one will hear you
    Just as I was never heard
    A bitter smile creases the young mother's face
    How like him you are.....
    She stares in wonderment
    Noting the replicated caramel skin tones
    The short nose
    Bow lips
    Even the dimples and long lashes
    Now the infant ceases to cry in the eerie silence
    Widens the slits of his eyes
    To reveal the secret his mother runs from
    HAZEL!
    Dear God!

    She clinches her right hand as she withdraws it from the baby's brow
    The light brown orbs pierce her soul
    As her heart drops into a black pool
    Never to rise again
    As the memories emerge from the murky depths of her mind
    *SILENCE*
    The pale moon rises in the dark sky
    Clouds cluster low beneath the creamy face of night
    She holds her breathe as she counts the footfalls
    One, Two, Three
    Watching the shadows dance on the wall
    Praying that the tall figure will melt
    Once more into the illusion of the fluttering curtains
    She shivers, but not from the cool breezes
    Sweat beading on caramel brown skin
    Eyes shot open in alert fear
    The footfalls closer now
    Thud
    Thud

    *SILENCE*
    Now the sheets float over her head
    As a hand carresses her cheek
    Then violently clamps her throat
    Wrenches the betrayingly innocent teddy bear night shirt over her waist
    Spreads thighs that ache with the effort to clinch
    Nooooooo!
    The cry strangles in her throat
    Now the soul freezing pain tears through her tender valley
    The rutting motion
    Of a lust ridden stallion taking a young philly
    She wants to cry out, but the hand clinches so tightly
    She turns her face away letting the tears burn a trail down her face into the pillows
    Repelled by the deep grunts and hard, hot breathes on her neck
    As he thrusts and thrusts....


    Until he explodes deep within her virginal sweetness
    Release the scathing streams of his twisted love
    Hate
    Of the face that haunts him every night
    "She is so much like her ",he reflects for a split moment as he rises
    Leaving her in the ransacked sheets reaking of recent rapes
    For a single second the moonlight illuminates the face of her violator
    The lightening brown eyes
    The short nose
    The bow mouth
    She calls him Father
    He that danced her under wind chimes on summer days
    When Mother moved through the house with the lightness of sunshine
    The smile glowing on her lovely face
    The face the mirror now reflects darkly
    As the day her Mother was called back to the angels
    Back to the arms of God
    Never to embrace her again
    Leaving her to soothe her Father's mind consuming grief
    Yes, she is so much like her Mother
    So much like her Mother that Father deludes himself into the dreamy beauty of her innocence
    Replaces the tear stung eyes of his child with the lovely face of his departed wife
    The young girl whispers
    "Mama, Mama......why?"
    Shattering the accursed silence
    Now the whispers escalate
    Until the young girl cries out in anguish
    MAMA, WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME LIKE THIS?
    The infant senses the pain in those agonizing tones and begans to wail again
    Both their cries ricocheting off the wooden ceiling
    Inside their cathedral of hell
    Staring into his face, and turning away once more
    Remembering the hot, hard breathes
    The soul freezing pain
    Repulsion and loathing solidify
    Shaky hands now steady with purpose
    The silver blade swings in a downward arc
    A thin, high squeal and then
    *SILENCE*
    Her lips quiver with a deep hatred and then pity
    As her heart breaks
    With a clear, icy snap
    The curtains flutter softly against the windows
    As the familiar shadows form against the wall
    A single moment of illumination
    The hazel eyes widen in horror
    As the young girl sings
    Forgive me Father.....
    The silver flashes in the moonlight
    Pierces into her own chest
    Blood wells in her mouth and life vaporizes from her eyes
    As she sinks forward over the bloodied body of her newborn baby boy
    NOOOOOOOOOOO!
    The silence forever broken ....
     
  2. blakverb

    blakverb Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Legacy21,

    Now dig, I have the heart of a writer but I still feel that I am "somewhat" tough, can still handle mine if necessary (I'm from the D, where the strong survive and the weak are eaten). Yet this piece brought tears to my eyes and my soul. You have struck me that deep with this piece and I thank you for it.

    You painted a picture so vivid, so heart wrenching, so real that it pains my soul (I know that sounds redundant). You are a great writer, but, this piece here ****...

    Once again thank you.

    10 x pi
     
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    legacy.


    i've told you before that i like your style...
    & with each post you leave behind you
    keep on making me an even greater fan
    of your work. this... this was well worth
    the read. this was raw poignant passion
    in ink & anyone who enters here &
    leaves untouched... without feeling...
    couldn't have possibly read the whole
    piece!! Excellent work, chile! :)

    alwayspeace,
    elayne.

    (whatever happened to part II of that short story?!!) :D
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    u continue to capture reality and dis here had my soul weeping
    i felt it deep within u bring a strong voice within ya pen
    keep scribing sista
     
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    Kitana Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    I am also someone who writes on subjects such as the one covered here....some don't like to read about the pain, sadness, suffering such topics bring, but whether they be real or imagined circumstance in this instance, they are certainly a reality for someone, somewhere, at any given time.....I love the emotion, reading this brings, how can you not feel her desperation, pain and loneliness...you are gifted in your writing and this piece is certainly a fine example of that....

    K
     
  6. Legacy21

    Legacy21 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Thank you......it took the knife edge of my pen to carve this out my heart--to make the reality of it all bleed on paper for all to feel.
     
  7. poeticdelight

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    this was so beautiful

    yes u r in the right arena

    keep writing girl :)

    peace

    pd

    :heart:
     
  8. ladye

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    such a well written story. i felt as if i were right there experiencing it all.
     
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