A stranger’s heart!

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During the transplant I received a stranger’s heart,

I am not the same for my heart is new,

My new heart gave me a shorter fuse,

So when he said “Please follow your heart for I know it is kind”,

…I snapped

‘My heart is gone and which part of that do you not understand?’,

It is hard for me,

When I use expressions like ‘I cross my heart’,

‘I love you from the bottom of my heart’,

‘I love you with all my heart’,

I feel like a pathetic fraud,

As I look at my chest and beat my breast,

My cardio - thoracic cage,

Knowing the blood coursing through my veins is mine,

But its pump is not.

© Brussels August 2015 afesehngwaHilary

This Shadow!

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The features dark,
The outline clear,
The details blur,
That made me mad,
And almost sad,
But then the moment came,
My pupils wide,

This shadow,
In this treacherous meadow,
Pointed me to the light,

So that shadow,
Yes that one,
And every shadow,
Is the compass to the light,
Its chief architect,

You can either focus on the shadow,
Or follow it to the light,
To your Eldorado,
And if you’re lucky it might be in Colorado,

© Brussels August 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Treated from willingness to be abused!

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The argument was heated,

Shortly after he came in and greeted,

I reminded him of how I had been mistreated,

Emphasized the many ways I had been cheated,

I only paused to ask him to be seated,

I didn’t want his feet wobbling in shock from all the truth darts being meted,

I laid bare all the machismo which had grown over the years to be very conceited,

Always feeling threatened and trying to compete even though I was not one to have competed,

Like the prisoner without a crime I was repeatedly verbally and physically maltreated,

I made it clear in unequivocal terms that the jail term was served and will never be repeated,

Before my pent up tirade was completed I told him before I retreated,

That it didn’t matter that all these years during his one man competitions I had been defeated,

I found my lost feet, recovered my stifled voice and have been treated,

I was sure there was no shadow or shred of doubt in his mind that I was serious.

Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Your insidious wish – my command!

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Don’t be quick to wish you want to be in my shoes,

You want the fancy clothes which cover my hidden bruise,

You only see the pure gold he put on my hand,

Not the violent gusty cold winds from the breath of my man,

Be careful,

Be careful,

Be careful what you wish,

Beware of the looks of the inviting dish,

All you see is my price tag,

Not the life in this violently silent bag,

Now I invite you,

Come take my things and give me your freedom,

Come take my silence and give me your voice,

Liberate me and make your wish come true.

Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Write your own history!

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When you let another write your history,
You let them tell your story,
You let them shape your future,
You let them form your culture,

Through a history maimed, dislocated, and caricatured,
Many a people have been left confused, belligerent and fractured,
Tied to the lies of an untrue past,
Unable to make their progress last,

So take your history back,
Fill the historical knowledge lack,
Own it and take its lessons very seriously,
Before who you really are disappears mysteriously,
For true history brings us invaluable lessons from the past,
Today you have a chance to determine how the history of today will read,
Wake up and lead!


Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary

The strength waning in your clout!

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Sometimes you will doubt,
Feel the strength waning in your clout,
Feel ill equipped for life's next bout,
You reach out to the wells of hope and find a drought,
In frustration you pout,
It does not help so you let out a shrieking shout,

But being a determined success scout,
You let an iron will endure the success route,
To the heavens you reach out,
Praying your labor seeds will bountifully sprout,
You are appointed,
Not disappointed,
By the ripening of time.

Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Elegance!

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No dress more elegant than the robes of loving service,

May not feel regal,

May bring a heavy, even painful weight on the shoulders that wear them,

But try them,

And go about the business of living out the truest creed of that noble life giving work,

Before you know it you’ll be looking preciously graceful and glamorously elegant,

In robes so priceless no earthly designer makes them yet!

Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary