Truth Came As A Naked, Black Doll Poem by Birgitta Abimbola Heikka

Truth Came As A Naked, Black Doll

Truth came one day in the form of a naked, black doll
I once possessed.
How I came by it, I can no longer recollect
Perhaps someone with intentions base
gave it to me
Or perhaps I found it abandoned and picked it up
but that it became an icon of Truth, of that
I am certain.

A tiny doll, it was, the size of my third finger
with an ebony polished face
and cheeks plump as an overripe mango.
Its tough bushy hair, indigo
fell like waves across its face.
Shame filled me when first I held the doll
in my hands
for I feared people would think me odd playing
with a naked, black doll.

So, under the bed, I flung the object of shame
And here, it laid for many years in the dusty
until while cleaning one day, I found it—
surprised, having forgotten of its existence
all these years.
The ebony face still shone brightly heedless
of the grime in which it laid;
and the hair willful
still played on the plump mango face.

"Sad beauty you are, " I thought this time as I
held it in my hand
But the shame I once felt was no longer there
replaced now by a compassion for the naked doll
Maybe, I can sew a beautiful dress to match
its tiny, befitting body
But No, on second thought I should leave it as it is
for in its nakedness, there is Truth.

Sunday, January 31, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: honesty,truth
The nakedness of truth overcomes shame.
Michael Walker 05 July 2017

I had to think about it, but the truth is right there in the naked black doll.

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Edward Kofi Louis 31 January 2016

Hidden under! ! There is truth in its nakedness. Great work.

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Thank you, Edward

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Thank you, Edward.

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Fabrizio Frosini 31 January 2016

as the truth is often ''hidden under''.. the naked doll could show it effortlessly.. Deep thoughts arise from your lines, Birgitta. Thanks. I think you should take part in out next ebook.. I sent you an email about it..

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