A poem by

Vicki Acquah

Alive
(how do I know)

I knew I was alive

Not from the pain

Of giving birth

Not from the excruciating

Re-occurring tooth ache

Sometimes its things like this-

That makes you call on death

I knew I was alive -

Tho I did not feel alive-

I felt no pulse

Like when I

Was kidnapped
--
Nor the day she stabbed

And killed my brother-

Not when they sentenced my

Black male child

For trying to be a hero.-

Somehow

I knew I was alive

because of

Little insignificant things-

Little things -that opened my eyes

Such as

Robotic moves - A glimpse of

The mundane these things

Made me aware-of

Where the illusions end

And real life begins

More times than not

The heavy loads are

Too painful to digest-

So I focus

On the insignificant

Like when the man pushed

His glasses upon his nose.

But not when the weather

Was below zero- and cold


I knew one day the

Tragedies would cease

And that feeling of

Living would increase

That one day in spite of

All these pitfalls

And stumbling blocks


I finally realize

That I am alive

When I saw a man push

His glasses upon his nose.


I knew I was alive when

I saw the woman eating

Cheese-less Cheetos


One day life flashed

A warning button

Alerting me that

This life is real


Yet there were no rules attached

Life is complicated without rules

And even with rules

Life is still an unfair game

A complicated game of chance.


I made two babies

Laughed as much as I could

Without appearing insane


Sat through a few movies

Read only what and when

I wanted- only

When I wanted.

I was busy writing

A bunch of poems


I wanted to dance every day

The only sacrifice I made

Was sometimes I wouldn't let myself
...

I wanted to leave right

After the dancing stopped


Still knew I was a

Living being when

I saw how I stayed on

The minds of the babies..

Babies never forget me.

The child ran toward me .

He had on training pants

He could not have

Been any more than

Three -or a bit more -

No more than four.

He ran to me as

I had been gone for so long

But he was gleefully greeting

Me - how could he remember me.?

He was only one year old

When I left town.


The other kid came over to help me

But he charged me two dollars

I said" I thought you were

Helping me from your heart"

"I am". :..He Said

"but I still need two-dollars“

That was real.


The only thing acting up on my

Computer is the software

That keeps my “puter”

From acting up.


I knew when I saw him

The man - pushing his glasses

Up on his nose. It was then

That I knew that

I was still alive ..

This must be my test.


A child ask for two dollars

To help me.. from his heart

My maintenance software

Opens to error messages-

Man pushes glasses up

On his nose-incidentally-

It was at these crucial points

I now know my life

Is not an illusion-

But that is how -

Somehow -

That is how -

I know I am alive -

How bout you ?


Copyright ©2015
Vicki Acquah

Got my bags packed: On my way, the last five were pulled today. Getting stiff getting dizzy- stomach shrinking-tolerating the intolerable -- On my way to the big screen -- No turning back, no detours.. Got my bags packed...not getting off the train until I reach " Re-play your life Avenue". I knew it .... she got it twisted, I was not in that picture, never played that scene...I will see it on the the big screen..I hate when people use you as an extra after the fact.. When they add you to parts you never played- Give you roles in which you were never featured - "Said you said" scripted words you never recited..."We shall see said the blind man" - On my way to the big theater in the sky.... Me and my Creator with the remote; Navigating through the footage Sitting in the front row of my Life.

It don't take all that
So I see
Words
Mean less is more.
More the less.

God had a green card
But cannot get back in the gate.
The Bricks are thick
But not so tall, I think
God may need to scale the wall.

Are we safe in structures gated
Must we stay in this prison
Where women are hated.
Our bones are hidden in tunnels.

Where has my mother gone
My sisters have disappeared, been
Abducted into a cult; Suspicious
Disinterest displays their guilt.

There has been nothing to report.
Maybe she has run away
To find a new God, Someone has
Touched her, she was not safe there
In her own bed, in her own home.

Some Blackman- Chanted hate lyrics
At her; Encouraged by their overseers.
Asian cultist cursed her in the womb.
In India they ostracized and brutalized
Her melanin, Queen of England, a
******, watches through syphilitic
Eyes without concern.

Beautiful cocoa,vanilla, and mustard
Babies sold or married off to smelly
suitors for ***, before puberty; mere
Children, march and are showcased
For the wicked pleasures of men.
But should I call them men?

Remember we once ruled this planet
Remember once we bore your beloved sons,
Now we work and twerk our bodies
As we answer to your perversions
We no longer dance to bring rain.
We slide down poles reluctantly
Displaying our pain.

My mother is crying for me
My sister's are crying for me.  
God will ignite the lamp of justice
God now has her green card and shall
Return us "Back to our Spiritual selves.

We dared not become too ripe, though
We must remain agile or we be thrown away
Like rotten fruit, never to be seen again

God now has her green card and
Will return us back to our Spiritual State.
Once again - You shall call us "Heaven".

Woman, who created man in her womb..
Became the enemy of man, and has been cast off.
We cannot testify with ovaries or inverted testicles.

Soon there was no natural preference
No perspective of gender has man !
Procreation ceased,the ****** forever
Banned to bear ovarian fruit.
We who remain alive wait.

Awaiting a Foreign God who's eager to
Receive her green card, and save us from our fate.
From the hands of a wicked system
We are doused in the agony of acid
Women perish, For the mercy of death we pray.

My mother is crying for me
My sisters are crying for me.
God will again ignite the lamp of justice
God now has her green card;
And shall return us to our spiritual state.

Remember we once ruled this planet,
We bore your unloved seeds, who
You've turned against us; We shall
Return them unto our bosoms....And
Once again, you shall call us " Heaven" !


© Vicki Acquah

As the lowering sun
Keeps the earth's
Night at bay
They say
Make hay
Whilst the
Sunshines.
As the sun
Disappears
It displays arrays
Orchestrating
Colorful sprays
Magnificently
Closing the day...
The stage is set for
Final curtain calls
The credits roll,
We breath in
Exhaling praises to
The Supreme Director!