Day 34

I’ve heard the whisper of divinity through the hearts of the road side dwellers,

Seen a twinkling hope in their eyes

And a strength rooted in the descendants of Daniel

I see beauty in their resistance to normality and apathy.

Passing, I can smell the pain that painted their skins brown;

But the hearts of the lions and lionesses sound louder than any cry for mercy.

So I have smiled at their ability to smile

While sitting in a tub of the most turbulent tides

Out stretched hands often mistaken for that of a beggar.

Little do the ignorant ones know that,

They’re simply asking

Asking for what they deserve

Thrown out of their thrones by cheaters

Whores and sluts who are STILL stealing and usurping more

They’re simply asking for what they deserve

A dollar cannot suffice.

They’re simply asking.

Steal the eyes of an eagle

See the colours elucidate

Let the consuming chorus of the wind concretize reality

Build a canoe out of words and float away

Letting the breath of a vagrant fill your lungs

Make a home in the hearts of savages

Allow sheer sound to shout at your soul

Fate faith into your being

And feel the vibes…

Dear Daddy,

I’m sorry I disappointed you with my words

I’m sorry they summed up to nothing more than nothing at all

Honestly,

Most days these days I’m too tired of or for the hypocrisy

Don’t want to sink in my own skin anymore

Don’t want my self to feel like forbidden treasure

“Never forget your dreams baby” you used to say

Reverently

Solemnly

Truth is Daddy, I never knew any dreams but yours

No passions but yours

Trust, I know you meant no harm

But I was born into this world unarmed and, each year, the continuation of the sciences seemed to saw my soul away

And I said nothing

I saw the sparkle in your eyes

Each time I took brisk blind baby steps towards your field of gold

Golden promises made and struggled to be kept

“Only the strong shall conquer” I've read

I wasn’t conquering

Reading was my only consolation

Lately I have not been conquering

I’m so sorry Daddy

My dream is to walk on worn down roads

Feet bare on the earth

Among the vagabonds and vagrants

I’ll let the rhythm of my breath be in sync with theirs

Dance on road side stages under a sky of unconstrained stars

Beat the African drums with a heart strong enough to drum evil away

Get people to see the beauty flowing in the bloodline of ghettos

I want to train Trinidadians into the brilliance of being

And to teach them what is slavery

I wish to reside, vibe-ing with the vagrants and the vagabonds

Vibe-ing 

Writing the most divine love story with our lives

Kerry-Ann Davis Copyright ©2012

Love, Light and Freedom