Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Poetry Wednesday

Gustav Klimt,
"Mother and Child" (Detail)
sand castles
Gypsee Yo

My happiness is a sore arm where my daughter’s head rests easy
I’m her favorite pillow and blanket too
They say that every desert was once an ocean that someone forgot to love
So I will rock you like a storm, girl
I will toss wishes down into the wells of your eyes
I will rain stars over your soul
For 40 days and 40 nights to drown the wickedness of doubt
so that your dreams may never run dry

For there are little girls in this world who walk alone
Their lives so tiny, almost invisible
Like grains of sand trapped inside the hourglass of time
And no matter how hard they try to climb
They always end up at the bottom

Others are swept from dirty streets by evil hands
Under the promise of a golden beach
Just to end up thrashed in the dark
Stripped of their pearls
Torn limb by limb
With souls hollow like the seashells washed ashore
And if you place them next to your ear
They say nothing

And some are struck by lightning so many times
That they coagulate into glass
So translucent at first glance
Seemingly perfect and strong
But all it takes is just one scream in the right pitch
And they are cracked open, shattered, and gone

They say that every desert was once an ocean that someone forgot to love
But there is so much sand in this world, girl
And so much dirt in this world, girl
And, oh, so much beautiful glass…

So when it is time for you to walk
Throw me on your shoulders like a blanket
Pull the threads of these lullabies and stitch with them wings
Make a boat with my limbs
And float above the malice and sadness of this world
My arms will be your lighthouse
You can always call me home
Learn how to swim against the current
Sail safely to your shore
Up up
Climb climb
Learn to make castles with the sand
And if you see a little girl
Walking alone on the sidewalk
Run and hold her hand

Gypsee Yo, a native of Albania, is an award-winning Atlanta-based slam poet, performance artist, actress and costumer.  Poem reprinted with no one's permission.

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