We don't celebrate Halloween
Why not?
It's the devil's night
We don't celebrate Halloween
Do you know what it means?
It doesn't matter
We don't celebrate Halloween
It's Samhain
Sa what?
Samhain
A Gaelic harvest festival
Samhain
A time of reverence for the dead
Samhain
Has nothing to do with your devil
But-
That's all in your head
Excuse me?
He is real
How dare you?
Imply he is not
What makes you?
Dictate my reality
I KNOW AND LOVE MY GOD
Do you really know him?
Or any other?
There is only one
I think not
Where are you going?
I'm not here to entertain your troubled thoughts
I SPEAK FOR THE GODS TIME "FORGOT"
They were thrown away
For they were sinful
They were burned
It's an art
He's what I know!
He's what you've been taught!
Art?
Of colonialism
What?
Of the whip
Huh?
Of brands that singe both body and mind
And most importantly
Spirit
He is more
Than bloodstained pasts
Much more
Than historical rot
He has cradled me
Through my darkest moments
He gives me
Purpose
Your scathing opinion of Halloween
Was on purpose
Your frightened disdain for Vodoun
Is on purpose
Ancestral amnesia
Has a purpose
I know what I know
And not what you don't
I know what I know
How many thoughts?
I know what I know
Are not your own?
I know what I know
They cage our minds
I know what I know
And clutch our souls
YOU ARE READING
Welcome to the Sky
PoetryAnother collection of random poems I've recorded as they came to me. Please vote and comment on the entries that resonated with you. I'd love to hear your thoughts :)
