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!

 

 

 

 

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Between Galaxies And Spaceships

There are blissful cradles

In  the spaces that fill the

Gap between our beings

In those instances when fiction becomes reality

It is instinctive

The need to calm a volcano with our

Imaginary seas

There are galaxies within beings

Stars protruding in a three D sort of way

Contribute to the glamour

The mask we apply in the sunlight

Only to welcome the moon in its removal

Only simplicity brings peace in the vast abyss

Seek not to build a galaxy

Do you not know there is comfort where there are space ships?

Believing In Storms

If heaven exists
Does it know that you rain?
Like falling, scattered stars
I had wished upon in lost and quiet nights

If heaven has a name
Could I call it by yours?
Could I hold you
Like clouds cradling the secrets of our existence?

If hell were inevitable for me
Would you use your tears
To calm the scorching flames?
Could I call on heaven for mercy
By calling out your name?

Would you reign the rain clouds?
Would you save me?
Slave me baby, but… don’t play me
For Juggler’s luck
Is only temporary and
Fickle fingers frighten fast
when a temple faces danger then
My heart puts up eager walls
As well as unshakeable bars
Post an outburst of anger.

If
Neither heaven nor hell exist
Would you help me build a Kingdom?
Will you plant gardens with my hands?
Would you be brave enough to stay?
To face the storms
Would you take your final breath with me?