STOLEN (C) 28/08/2013 BY: LAWANDA DENISE NEWHAM SHE SITS IN THE SUNLIGHT LOOKING OFF IN TO THE EAST. A SEEMINGLY BLANK STARE IN HER EYES, A WEARY LOOK SIMILATING DEFEAT. HER MIND WANDERS TO THE DAYS GONE BY AND SHE WONDERS HOW SHE MADE IT. ALL THESE YEARS NOT A TEAR SEEN IN HER EYES, AND NO ONE KNEW IN HER HEART WHAT RELATED. THIS YEAR SHE WILL BE KNOCKING ON THE DOOR OF A HALF OF CENTURY PASSED. ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY YEARS OF LIFE SHINES THROUGH HER EYES OF THE ELDERS PASSED. SHE REMEBERS THAT THIER LIVES RAN PARRAELLE AS TIME REPEATED IT’S SELF. BROKEN HEARTS AND BROKEN PROMISES GATHERED DUST LYING ON LIFE’S SHELF. SHE THINKS BACK TO THE STORIES OF OLD HOW HER WOMEN CRIED BEFORE HER. THE SHATTERED LIVES OF SIBLINGS, AUNTS AND UNCLES PARTIALLY REUNITED. HER GREAT GRANDMOTHER STOOD FOUR FOOT ELEVEN INCHES TALL AND DID NOT SHED A TEAR, BUT WHEN THE DAY CAME TO AN END THE TEARS FLOWED AND THE WINDS WAILED IN A STRANGE LAND THAT SHE FEARED. HER GRANDMOTHER CRIED FOR THE CHILDREN TOO, ALL NINE OF HER GRAN BABIES SWEPT AWAY WITH A STROKE OF A PEN, WHOOSH, CRASH, BAM AS THE DOORS CLOSED TO SIGHT. HER DAUGHTER SENT TO A MINISTRY TO BE MENTALLY RECONSTRUCTED AND BLEACHED OUT TO MAKE HER THINK WHITE. THEY SPOKE OF THE LITTLE PEOPLE THE CHAOS THEY DID BRING, AND ASKED UNCLE DID HE DISTURBE THEM TO BRING THEM BACK AGAIN. THE PEOPLE OF THE TOWN QUESTIONED OUR EVERY MOVE. MY MOTHER SAT AND WAILED TWO YEARS NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO. TIME PASSED BY SO SLOWLY THE SILENCE SOON TO STAY AND THE FEAR LINGERS ON AND ON EVEN TO THIS VERY DAY. I CAME HOME WHEN THEY LET ME BECAUSE THEY SAID IT WAS TIME TO STOP RUNNING AWAY. I WAS NOW A GROWN WOMAN BUT THEY ALSO TOOK MY BABIES AWAY. I WAS WED TO A BOY OF ONLY NINETEEN I WAS THIRTEEN AND ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY DAYS. A GOOD WIFE TO HIM THEY SAID I WOULD BE, JUST A CHILD BRIDE THEN I WAS SWEPT AWAY. AT SIXTEEN I HAD MY FIRST CHILD A SON I THOUGHT THANK YOU SPIRITS, BUT SOON THEY WANTED HIM TOO THE WHITE MANS WAYS WE HAVE TO FEAR IT. MANY TIMES I FOUGHT MANY TIMES I LAY IN A POOL OF MY OWN BLOOD TOO WEAK TO STAND BROKEN AND SHATTERED NOT ONCE DID I SEE A OPEN HAND OF HOPE BUT KEPT FAITH ONE DAY IT WOULD GET BETTER. THEY DROVE UP IN THE YARD IN THE FANCY NEW CAR PAPERS IN HAND FROM A LAWYER. THEY TOOK MY FIRST BORN SON TO BE THIERS AND LEFT. I ON MY KNEES SCREAMING IN HORROR AND TEARS STREAMING I REMEMBER THIS ALL LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY BUT NO ONE CAN COMPREHEND IT. TWO MORE TIMES IN MY LIFE THIS HAPPENED TO ME BUT BLIND EYES TURNED AND WALKED AWAY. WHAT IS THIS DARK CIRCLE THAT KEEPS COMING AROUND TO ME AND MY CHILDREN IN IT.? I HAVE TO GET BACK TO WHERE IT ALL BEGAN A HUDRED FIFTY YEARS AGO. SEEK OUT FORGIVENESS OF MY GREAT GRANDMOTHERS CHILD SPIRIT WHO WAS FIRST DECIEVED THROUGH THE WHITE MANS EVIL SPIRIT. EIGHT YEARS AGO I TOUCHED THE SOIL WHERE MY GREAT GRANDMOTHER STOOD ALONE. SHE A CHILD IN TRUST OF LIES AND LUST OF THE WHITE MAN WHO TOOK HER SOUL. I HAVE FELT THE PAIN OF THE LAND I STAND EACH AND EVERY STEP I TAKE. I FEEL IT CALLING ME BACK TO THE PLACE BEFORE IT ALL BEGAN THE WIND TELLING ME I AM HERE TO STAY. SO TODAY I STAND AND FACE THE EAST WATCHING AS THE SUN RISES. I SEE THE SPIRITS REACHING OUT TO ME SAYING WELCOME HOME YOU ARE OURS WE WILL NOT DENY IT. I HEAR THE DISTANT RING OF A SONG SO HAUNTING IN MY MIND A LANGUAGE I HAVE NEVER HEARD BUT UNDERSTAND IT BECAUSE I KNOW IT IS MINE. NO LONGER WILL I SEARCH THIS WORLD, FOR HOME IS WHERE I AM. MY HEART IS AT PEACE MY MIND WANDERS IN THE BREEZE OF THE ANCESTORS WHO SING ME TO SLEEP. NOT A TEAR I WILL SHED IN THE DAYLIGHTS GLARE BUT AT NIGHT THE RIVERS FLOW AS THE HANDS OF MY GREAT GRANDMOTHER HOLD ME CLOSE.
Posted on: Tue, 27 Aug 2013 14:07:06 +0000
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