The Black Child! ! ! Poem by Milova Matthias

I am sitting here amidst darkness!
Though it's the ride of the day.
Watching someone's life in the hands of a predator,
As he becomes the faltered prey.
I can't laugh, I can't pray!
I can't smile, I can't cry!
For I'm the one and it's my life!

Even if I bell the cat, I'm still the black ball!
No matter how I shake up
and get weaving,
I'm still that black boy.
The lonely shadow that wanton calls.
So let everyone else be gone!
Left out with only Me, Myself and I
I do not wish to see their face nor their eyes
For their fettish gaze, tames me.

Where is my sandals?
Let me flee with my feet on ship
Away from the scene so they can live
While I'm unseen and on leave
Or let them leave and go in peace
While I stay here alone in loneliness,
In this cloudy darkness
For I am Black and with a dark heart.

Let no one, stand by the door
To wade me on!
Not then, later or now
I wish to cease being a Noun!
But I keep coming back
I keep lurking this place. Why?
And I'm cold these days! Why?

Quick!
Bend my back, crush its bones
Tear me apart from head to my hollows
Then leave me alone.
I wish to be unseen!
Not to be felt by heart who fets
I wish to melt every now and then.
Hurry! Raise my head, shatter it
Eat my neck, turn opposite
I am cold and shaking, it's not what I want
But again I want 'cos to them I'm a want
Do you now understand my pain? No!

So I wish to stay here alone in this darkness
I will forget all ambitions, desires and wishes.
I will hunger no more for passion, love and kisses.
Let me just alone here in loneliness
It's OK here, in this darkness!
I will neither draw my sword nor my pen,
And will ever drawl in words to the sons of men!
I wish to give in to fate and creativity
So reply, if you understand my hate penned from sensitivity.
For I am that black child!
That boy who was meant to shine!