Leonard Dabydeen

They call me illegal
unwanted in the eye
blue as the sky
but only seeing my colour
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When I speak of history I speak well;
I leave behind the past where broken bones
Lay scattered on blistering sands to tell
Of atrocities that are mostly groans.
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She creeps around my room
lulling any sound whispering
in the creak of my chair
or the opening of a cabinet
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Shadows move among them,

amorphous like the wind
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As tears fall
upon dehydrated cheeks
making their own free rivulets
without interference
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This cool morning breeze

keeps my heart beating with joy:
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AN UNINVITED GUEST

Let me visit you today
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It raged in mighty anger
like a hungry cougar in motion
leaping
catapulting
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Thunderous applause
As the lightning strikes again:
Rain rupturing earth.
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I may bring to your attention
this posted affirmation
through the color of my skin:
that I am what I am.
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This
fanfare
must not be
choreographed
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In many different ways. Forgetting will be
difficult to remember. Each episode takes
another turn in the journey. How memory is so
nostalgic is beyond the life of me. Sometimes
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How can you tell

what the hunt looks like
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Who will come to your rescue

when the pain is erupting
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I watch him in my dreams

(waking hours are sometimes dreams, too)
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Show me the hands
that gifted me a bomb
that closed the doors of my life
just show me
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