Battered, beaten, bruised, Torn and scorned.
Women In the boardroom,
Or be you a nursing mother;
From the Alley to the gutter;
From maid to servant, wife or slave.. Lust and shame, follows our names No way to say no, No-way to explain Mothers in the church, they pray and sing
Keeping time with the music we play. Whispers in the back of us, as we shout And pray. Had so many children.. To care for, that we bore;
Life for us just one big ole' big chore. Circumstances dictated that we live in shacks, No indoor running water, in the shack Just a "spickit" and a toilet in the yard outback. From the age of fourteen until well in our fie birth to our little brown babies.
We smiled, sacrificed, our happiness, and our own lives, Pretended to hold on, when our faith had long died. We'd wash cook, sew, clean, garden and teach. In hopes that the children we bore... Knew not, nor suffer the same strife; As we met in this life.
When our children saw the wounds And the pain we've endured. We asked God "let them not be bitter nor dismayed" Let them succeed, and by his mercy be cured.
As the light in our eyes, now dim, is soon to be snuffed. The Average Black woman had been through enough. Battle after battle; We survived every war. Some women were self-made, others evolved higher In spite of the odds.
Though the abuser at Home did not want her to score.. Battered and beaten; She still held her own; Though she never saw Jesus, Somehow she still soared..became Professors and Doctors, surgeons. Inventors musician and clergymen. Scientist, dentist and politicians, Bed-wenches and ******, We did what it took to survive, we Even Scrubbed floors.
Disaster after disaster, there's is Nothing in this world; The Black-Woman Has not conquered and mastered. When she crosses over and is on the other shore... When her days on earth are finally done, And she wants to cleanse her soul.
                      She'll Tell God of all the things
That hurt her most here in this earthly life. Was being battered, bruised, and beaten... By the man that called her Wife.

Vicki Acquah :
"Shallow Thinkers" do not think past what they have been told- "Deep Thinkers" think past what they feel" and have been told- "Free Thinkers" research what they've been told- compare it to what they feel - And weigh the universal truth's against their personal truths;Against customs and beliefs. The outcomes of such behaviors objective is "Deriving at truth in its finality". The overall and final truth is “like death”.. the cause may be different the out-come the same." You will surely die". This Is the absolute truth: The only need for "absolute truth" is to be a better human while you live. If Any human being deliberately- collectively, singly; Directly or indirectly interfere with another human's right to pursue happiness,by way of religious strong arming,war,greed,****, ******, They shall be held accountable. And will pay the "ultimate fatal penalty.
Do not force your parroted non-researched hearsay down another human's throat,Causing them to stumble. Bottom line is... Do no harm ...While living in these testing grounds on earth,
“be the best in your flesh” and your spirit will go innocent and Uncondemned. © Vicki Acquah

A Softer Way to Die

We live and study life
We pray that somehow
God changes his rules.
No one wants to die
No one wants to follow
Those complicated laws;
I mean no lie-ing - no steal-ing
no *** - before marriage no
Fornicate-ing, no ****-ing
No lust-greed or defil-ing the earth.
Amen.
All we can do now is try to find
" A softer way to die".
Pick your battles...
There are many ways to die.
I asked, God why?
When mom threw a
"Monkey wrench" in my world
Answering - "We all have to die"
I immediately winked at God...
Thinking to myself ( not I) .
Gave him a little nudge;
Sidebar God : I said to God
Adamantly "I do not want to die"
"Can you change the rules "?
I never heard back from him
On that subject..
I went to him again
God "Can you at least
Keep me with a mom-
I said "So that I won't be an
Orphan like Shirley Temple" ?
He did get back to me on that
And Mom is Alive and well
Plan A. ( living forever)
Still not executed.
Once again contemplating
Thoughts on how I want to die.
I could not think of a pleasant way
To die, none that seemed appealing.
Nor any options that would be fun.
hmmm, eat myself to death.
Playing chicken with the train,
Might prove thrilling.
As time grew nigh
My thoughts continued
....On a softer way to die.
Childhood gone, middle age gone'
Old age approaching fast and furious
Destroying me like a sudden
Approaching hurricane...
This storm knocked out my lights
Memory gone now..
Forgetting my life- my loved ones
Forgetting my friends,
Children,and foes alike
Forgetting my wrongs - my sins
and accomplishments all.
Everything's gone. So now
What do I do ?... How can
I rewrite my life,Take account..
Of that which I remember not.
The realities of my existence
Has been wiped out from
The Forest Fires burning
In my minds eye.
Have no recordings of
Who loved me or of who
I shall never forgive.
How will I know that I ever even lived.
Taking my dark blank pages into
The after life- My shadowy
Existence ends. I feel no pain
I Have no thoughts,
Have nothing to contemplate.
For I have asked to live forever
Or that I die a,softer way
Forgetting to eat
Forgetting to drink-
Forgetting to swallow
Forgetting to breath...
Forgetting this life-
I close my eyes and fade away.
painlessly
© Vicki Acquah

Life The Final Game:

My heart started with love, support. life; Seeking love, life. liberty, and a chance by chance, to support my fellow man,My heart now deserted and uncrowded, Stands strong and unafraid. Words that touched me before, now slash like sickles in a semi-colon of; love slashes /// Meaningless nothings to a wounded heart -
Words leaving deep wounds, slashes that follow the nothingness of, long silences. Leaving periods and dots at the ending....Not even a Question mark.? Asking...
Yet you have accepted all the ropes I have thrown you..and burned all the bridges I built for you to cross. In this the final board game of life.....
I teeter on this rope no longer, when I cross over again my heart will not remember sacrifice nor love.

Survival is a board game - My spinning head, now landing on (village idiot), I roll the dice twice, "If you land on the( evil forest ),you may lose this game", says the space on which I landed -"If you roll the dice and land on {pull a card},you may receive instructions on how to save your self.

If you Land on the( Church Negroes),They will ask you to sing with them, Partake of unclean food with them. As you starve they will ask you for offerings, Which they then give to their already rich podium pimps. If you Land on (Whites-Only ); They will judge you for not being their( happy token) See they have saved you and the natives from the flies and fathom.They say "see your own people are killing you".. You need "Jesus" . Wait on him....

As I pull my last card and take my last spin I land on,( "Pure Hearts") They are few, "You must stay amongst these who has shown you their true colors" reads the card. For they are your hope, and will never abandon you. Your kind will not always be easy to spot, However you must learn to discern by their spirit - You will not recognize them by race alone; Remember "those who you have rescued one time,. or many times,will leave you to perish, and will not necessarily rescue nor even remember you in the end.

If you want to
Play and not stay.                                                                                                      
Then get out of my way.
If you see me smiling
In my sleep;
That means,
I am dreaming
And enjoying my dream.
If you are not sincere enough
To sweetened my reality...,.
With good intentions
I will excuse
Your intervention.

But do not arouse
My love in vain.
If you want to
Play and not stay
Please spare me the
Pain of your sick little game,
Leave me contented
In my dreams again.!

When Truth Came A Calling

There's A knock on my door,
I ask "who is there". ?
Standing there are five faces. .
They answer" IN UNISON "Truth"
I ask" Why the disguise"...?
It is I,"Truth" they all refrain.

How will I know which one of
you is to cross my threshold,
Let us all in and you will
figure it out in the end.
"No" I shouted I will never-
I will dismiss the one in
front he is much too "Clever".

Now there are four. Who shall I leave
to come through my door.
The next one began to explain,
every reason he should entrance gain,
a very convincing argument, I exclaimed,
"Go away you are nothing but" Rhetoric";
Everyone knows that the truth is Plain.

Now standing there in
front of my door left three,
The next one to speak
was beautiful, and very ****...
"let me in, and I will prove I am truth.
You knew my mother her name was Ruth".

No! -You cannot lure me with ***
I read the story of your mother
and interpreted well.
If you do not leave my
door I will surely get vexed.

Now that I sent all but two away,
It was easier to tell ,
Who was left to welcome in..
Which of these two should enter my abode?
I had to ponder as to What truth really meant.
Was it something to be applied like a first aid kit.?

Is it true, that the truth is
sometimes ugly, and always plain?
Will the truth set you free after the pain.  
Hmm...
I pondered some more and let them both in.

One was life and one was death-
One was yen and one was yang.  
Truth number one started to speak, He said:
"No" The truth is not always in plain sight
Sometimes you have to search for it !

And:"Yes", The truth
can be ugly at times,
but you were right;
Real truth never wears a disguise.
Some truth is Imagined and
real truth's are universal

Depends on the mindset of the
thinker. What he perceives to be real-
has had many rehearsals;
As his thoughts have been trained -
as to what he see's, knows and feels.

The truth is not convoluted,
nor contrived,and
you will always KNOW
more than you think you do;
When the truth arrives.

When you enjoy the lies,
and the rhetoric,
It's because the lies
you believe, benefit you,
Though PREJUDICE eyes
can barely RECOGNIZE
the TRUTH again ever.

And so you will remain
as a BIAS SLAVE,
To the self seeking lies forever.

We are truth,they lamented-
We are the wide and the narrow
THE good,THE bad,
The HAPPY, The SAD-
LIFE AND THE DEATH.
THE YEN AND THE YANG.

WE DO NOT CHANGE- ACCORDING TO
WHAT YOU BELIEVE-WE ARE A CONSTANT-
AND WE ARE also CHANGE.

There was a knock on my door--
Someone had come,
disguised as one of truth's
predictions.
Somehow he has come
to blame the innocent victims.

I prayed for my secret
eye to be opened,
and my judgement
to be discerning.

Because the truth,
as it seems, I am learning.
Is subject to Interpretation.

And before "Truth"
left my home, I was told.  
Man cannot reason out, that
which he does not understand-

If he thinks he understands the proof
but calls upon no spirit to discern -
He alone, is unable to interpret the truth
Copyright © 2015 Vicki Acquah