Ancestry Sin

Every time

an echo

of racism

is heard

within

want to

scream at

my forefathers

tired of

carrying their

sin

each

meeting

with a

new

being

a judgement

resides

deep

within

shocked

horrified

at the

measurement

created

due to

the colour

of their

skin

each weary

moment

fear

rattles

inside

my belly

cursing

those

wasted hours

believing the

propaganda

on the

telly

clutching my

handbag

more tightly

disillusion

recreated

thief

projected

onto the

young man

deeply instilled

brainwashed

misplaced

hatred

assumptions

formed inside

dogmatic

mind

he wears

his faith

as a weapon

attached to

himself

what

the

f**k

am I

blind?

he is

a child

believing in

God

yet

my eyes

reflect an

imagine

those

ingested

lies

poured into

my memory

a slipstream

of misguided

din

no longer

to carry

this ignorant

chatter

passed down

my ancestors’

sin

each time

a reactionary

voice

recreates

false

beliefs

boldly

challenging

them

recognise this

misplaced

anger

redirected

to the

source

my forefathers

may still

wear this

sin

well I

refused to

continue

this

blood line

as

their message

is wearing

thin.

 

MM C2015

Season of Goodwill

As we experience another Black Friday, rushing around trying to out-spend each other, fighting each other to obtain another useless item that will end up gathering dust as the days pass.

Let us give a thought for all those less fortunate, those who are fighting to maintain a living and keep a roof over the heads of their children. Living in dread each time the letter box rattles, announcing another unpaid red letter. Spending weeks trying to find something affordable to compensate for the item their child truly wants. Knowing that on Christmas morn there will be unspoken disappointments and signs of well-hidden anti-climaxes that pull at a parent’s heart strings, as their children inform them that the toy they so early opened was exactly the one they wanted!

Well, it is not fine, it is unacceptable! When there are families living among us who are struggling to eat and heat their loved ones. It is unfair when parents have to go without food or new clothes to be able to provide the basic needs for their children. Every time a “jingle bells” echoes out of overpriced toy shops, a parent is filled with shame and remorse, as they were once again unable to save any extra money this year. The “season to be jolly” is met with countless nights trying to find a way to make a pound magically turn into five, ten or fifty.  No elves or fairies to make these dreams come true!

The story of Christmas is about a humble family travelling to pay their taxes – Mary and Joseph lived was part of the Roman Empire. The Roman Emperor Augustus wanted to have a list of all the people in the empire, to make sure they paid their taxes. They had no-where to stay and even though Mary was 9 months pregnant, they were turned away from every inn where they sought refuge. Eventually, a kind innkeeper allowed them to stay in a make-shift room where the animals lived……..a child was born!

It saddens me that there is this amazing tale of hope, love, kindness, compassion and charity, and yet, we ignore the theme

Maybe this year, we will be the ones who see the world through the eyes of the unfortunate child whose only hope is that they will not go hungry another day. If we can stand in the shoes of that struggling parent whose only pray is that the bailiffs will not be banging down the door in the New Year.  This is the season of goodwill….may we all find compassion within our hearts… MM

Choosing Colours

Choice

to be

born

in a

country

where

the moment

a child

is taught

to crawl

instead

he needs

to run

first

steps walked

in fear

of facing

the barrel

of a

gun

language

eagerly

learnt

yet only

spoken

with dread

a racist

comment

shouted down

as they

bashed in

his

head

mistaken

identity

accusations

do not

fit me

wearing my

pride

without any

dignity

violence

unethical

crime

against

humanity

escaping

reality

hiding

in the

shadows

of your

dogmatic

mind

maybe

you will

not see

my skin

colour

blinded

brain washed

chatter

humans

so unkind

childlike

dreams

hopes

possibilities

visions of

future

bright

stolen away

in the

middle

of a raid

blood curling

screams

echo into

the night

losing sight

of hopefulness

destiny

decided

before

he was

born

mother

cried on

the morn

of his

short

life

knowing

adolescences

is unobtainable

weeping

as her

child

begins

a new life

life

is for

living

choice

to be

born

respect

value

equality

these are

all humans’

rights!

 

MM c2015

Tapestry of Humanity

A strand

holding

humanity

together

an invisible

thread

named hope

a rope

woven with

deepest

compassion

wrapped

around

humankind

kindness

interwoven

across

non-existent

borders

fragile lace

interlaced

to mould

together

our differences

removing

crisscrossed

ignorance

entwined

hate

unpick

obliviousness

meshed

entangled

out-dated

beliefs

your

God is

great than

mine

interconnected

understanding

respect

for dissimilar

cultures

richness

knitting

together

diverse

lines

creating

unity

stitching

tapestry

colourful

creation

beautifully

interlocked

tightly

love

artistic

appreciation

of God’s

creation

no divide

in the

divine’s

eyes

so why am

I so

BLIND?

 

MM c2015

Confused Truth

Walking

on

eggshells

dodging

razor sharp

piecing

poisoned

criticisms

denouncing

every part

of my

existence

dancing

around your

insecurities

the parts

of

you

which you

insist on

spilling

all over

me

burning

tongue

swallowing

misplaced

anger

resides

within the

flesh

of these

open

wounds

salted tears

burn the

rawness

my

inner

turmoil

struggling

to grasp

what it

was I

did so

wrong

holding

the

blame for

your

disowned

shadow

twisting

turning

fabricated

untruthful

deflections

rejection

again

sensing that

this behaviour

means

that one

of us

must be

insane

pain

held within

every muscle

aches

souvenirs

misdirected

aggression

regression

at the

mention of

your name

esteem

knocked down

by supressed

rage

where can

I hide

this pride?

so you do

not steal it

again

tiptoed

wanderings

around your

self-righteous

indignation

bloody

footprints

reminders

memories

distorted

try

running away

no-where

to hide

ingested

idiosyncratic

characteristics

engraved

upon the

tombstone

of my

bruised

ego

soulless

bellowing

voices

bashing my

brain

carrying the

condemnation

denunciation

accusation

must be

me

who is

insane!

 

MM c 2015

Refugees!

 

“Any

spare

change

please”

choking

on my

remaining

pride

broken

English

disapproving

stares

sailing by

dare to

open up

my

big brown

eyes

blood

shot

gaze

shifts down

towards

the filthy

concert

ground

a penny

drops

hear a

tiny sound

of

Copper

“You can

not sit

here

sonny

begging

for money”

move along

moved

a long

way from

home

alone

ice cold

chill

crashes

against

these

bones

feel broken

shoes

without

any soles

holes

held together

with my

remaining

dignity

why do

they seem

so scared

of me

only a

child

colour of

my skin

wearing

thin

as I

listen

to their

distasteful

chatter

words

more

deadly

than

bullets

dodged

escaping

invisible

boundaries

fearless

running

knowingly

hoping

grass

will be

greener

on the

other

side

pavements

curb

crawling

obscene

memories

abusive

dreams

“Move along

sonny

you are

causing

a sense”

what does

he mean

pulled up

ouch

that hurts

marched away

in disgrace

mother

said

we would

be safer

when we

reached this

place

“Any

real

change

please”

no not

for us

refugees.

 

MM c 2015

Shadow

Try letting

go
with loving
forgiveness
as this
frees one
from
toxic waste
directed it
into the
core of the
earth to
become
light
a brightness
to shine
and lead
the way
from those
who have
hurt
one
they
are
only
trying to
disguise their
own
inner
pain
MM c 2015