Heritage Day

Today is my last day


I manage to crawl off the bed that ceased to be coupled almost a decade ago

then land in my still relatively tiny bathroom, though my own physique seems to be shrinking by the second now

I look up at my reflection and I realise the purpose of mirrors

There is a headline,

my face

wrinkled and grey beneath its letters seems to unfold like an over ripe flower without ever having been touched

it says;

Heritage Day

I shuffle along until I trip over the now almost dry white board marker and I begin the list:

One: I inherited the dark lines of deceit off my mother’s core

Two: I learned how to live with being a liar

Three: I came as a foreign being full of love

Four: I was denied love but I’m still leaving filled with only those four letters

Five: Life was beautiful though the darkness is always the beginning of a new story

Six: I inherited the art

Seven: I will never forget


I rinse myself off and decide that it would be better to leave full of hope

After all

3 months before they expected me I was ready

13 years before I was

they weren’t

my family


The wardrobe whispered the call of majesty

I obeyed my longing eyes

past the dioors and my goodbye suit

I found the two letter phrase barely in disguise and I remembered why

Heritage day:

One: I learned how to judge myself better than anyone had ever judged me

Two: It wasn’t always sunny

Three: How to fake the smile through heartache

Four: How to cause the same

Five: My clothes are cheap

Six: I am unworthychocolat_l

Seven: I knew this each time we made eye contact… after all; we are self proclaimed judges


So neat, tidy and fresh I walk towards the lonely seat and the non functional tv

and on the top right hand corner of the screen

A phrase in white paint screams out at me

Heritage Day:

One: My skin colour murdered my first love

Two: I inherited the skill of not caring much for those attributes

Three: My father Died of a broken heart

Four: You saved mine

Five: Our life was puzzled together by vibes and muted sentences

Six: In the end, my quirks were irrelevant and your were my indica

Seven: I fell eternally asleep with the very thoughts that days and nights before had always haunted me.


Palm on palm now

My eye lids find their space

No tears left in me

My heritage day is eternal

and I only grew to know that the moment I looked into you!







You slipped into the palm of my hand at an opportune moment where fate and desire conspired to tear us apart.
There were fire flies there in the depths of your hair where snippets later I surrendered myself, losing more than I could have afforded to give.

As a monster would perish at the slightest of softness in calm and weathered down storms, your inner resemblance of my first impression,
Scented my soul with the comfort of home.

Years passing us swiftly have drained us completely of knowledge we may have had of each other and ‘us’… A world of corruption, of lies and the game rings… This world left us only with lust.

You slipped into the palm of my hand at an opportune moment where fate and desire conspired to tear us apart.
You crafted me into a small ornament which sits on a shelf in a dream… Of possible moments where I could have convinced you – that I was more than you’d allow me to show. I reached for your eyes but they were closed in despair and banishing me to the mercy of the world; you cried out in surrender, innocence you chose not to remember wrapped in kisses…in yearning for love.

I held your face gently once
With regret I confessed the sin of my heart
That I dared to dream of my peasant soul with nobility was not enough

Raggedy smells of ruined complexions reached out for serendipity’s lips
You showed me cruelty and in the same breath the passion and nobility one would require to love.

You slipped into the palm of my hand at an opportune moment where fate and desire conspired to tear us apart.
Now walk on freely as I see the truth clearly… The truth of where my path of love ended and yours just begun.