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Chapter #: 6
Updated On: 14 September 2005 - Words Count: 152 - Number of Reads: 332 |
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An Exercise To The Unspoken
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What I cannot say
is what I cannot see
is what I cannot hear
is what I cannot sit on
but it is pinning me down
I feel its essence burn red
to a memory of a place
above the concrete roof top of 53 Isiokwe road
filters in a town
where childhood memories
consist of playing on wooden swing
and dashing from the arm that strike
it is a ring of daily occurrences
that molds perception of oneself
What I cannot say
is the smile of the deceased
imprinted on metallic wall of death box
it is the fear of the chased
of running feet after death
it is the spirit of my father
in my transcontinental residence
dream of sorrow flinches by me at day
I adjust to the harsh reality of capital America
slowly remembering ancestral discourse
that bounces between continents
in a race never to settle |
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