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Faces&Voices


AN ANTHOLOGY
OF VERSE, PROSE

AND ART

by
the Composition
for Honours Class,
Howard University,
2001-200
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E. R. BRAITHWAITE
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The Testimony   >> Artwork
Kathy Norman
Trinidad & Tobago - International Business

Forgive me Father
For I have sinned,
It has been six months since my last confession
These are my sins;

In the abyss of my mind I weep,
I weep, not for the loss of him
But for the loss of me.
Let me tell you about this thing called LOVE,
That word that conveniently takes superficial meaning and understanding,
That word which expresses casually if I like you and you like me,
That word which suggest whether you fit into me,
Just Perfectly.
Twin Facets,
Shaded by the words Ė I LOVE YOU
Conveniently.

Love is not blind
But for those who can see.
It is learnt,
It is soignť,
In all authenticity it is God.

Forgive me Father
For I have sinned,
This is my testimony.
I bore my naked skin to the wind,
And became consummated in a place
Where time and space ceased to exist
But just temporarily.
I exposed the unexplored regions of me
But just temporarily.
I unsheathe my emotions in that moment of vulnerability
But just temporarily.
So temporarily I walk,
I walk away from the music
And permanently into silence.

Forgive me Father
For I have sinned,
Sinned by deeds
And now in thought.
Precariously I am soaring downward in dizzying circles,
I am hiding.
But I know that I cannot hide from myself,
At least not forever.
I try to dissipate the song,
Donít draw your bow Mr. Fiddle!
But then my feet start to tap,
And then I dance.
The repertoire then plays in my head,
Abating, Unrelenting,
As if designed mnemonically
To force me to remember the thing that I want to forget.
So I cry.
And in a pools of tears
I make a haunting decision.

Forgive me Father
For I have sinned,
Iím jolted by integral pangs of pain,
Yet the mental realization
Exceeds the actuality of probing and searching.
Searching for an entity that I think is not for me
Or is it?
I remember that one moment of ecstasy,
Again just temporarily.
I remember the fear of being labeled a mommy,
But just temporarily.
Nauseous!
Oh pain!
You leave me nauseous,
But just temporarily.
Nauseous!
The image of fetid blood.

My eyes are unseeing,
Yet subconsciously
Iím filming me.
This is permanent.
Forgive me Father
Forgive me not!


© 2002 Howard University
(First Published in limited print edition, An Anthology of Verse, Prose & Art, by the Composition for Honours Class, Howard University, Spring 2002. Professor E.R. Braithwaite)
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