Exposed Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

The state of our being has been ridiculed
Tossed into the fire of damnation
All kinds of judgement have been laid at our feet
Depressed, suicidal, insane, stupid…etc
All kinds of lies thrown at us
Obese, short, ugly…etc
Just to depress our being
There has been no rest
The silence within thrown into turmoil
The fibre of our being shattered
Uncertainty has occupied the substance of our being
Hopelessness has found its perch on the branch of our existence
We have been fed all these garbage about ourselves
We were never told that we are the home of consciousness
The fabric of being, the pedestal of hope
The everlasting mystery
The ocean of awareness
We were not told that we will never be unemployed
Because unconditional Love is our occupation
And that we are beautiful beyond measure
We were not fed the fruits of the spirit
And all our foolishness was entertained
As we begged for mercy
We were handed to mercenaries
To puncture the veil of our existence
With their heavy handedness
We called them our husbands, wives and bosses
We were never told the secrets of existence
That silence is something beyond loneliness
Silence is nourishment to our souls
Aloneness is a source of peace
Gentleness is a condition beyond weakness
That we are the abode of the Most High
The substance of our being is priceless
We are forever standing on the pedestal of Hope

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