Our Mother screams in waves and quakes Carbon an addiction brought on by her children On nuclear nights, she cries to the moon Cool-headed? She no longer is. We exhausted her and now Mother twirls around *****, exposed to the sun Her skin erupts with blood-filled blisters and so, she punishes us still in hurricanes, sometimes hunger. Did you think we could win? We still underestimate a single mother but she will lose the fight as tumours we suckle and in turn, we terminate time.
Cradled in the moon’s light My soul dims dry The mind worn in dread Impulses betray me But dusk til dawn Angels sing your name My ears cry red I long to hear God’s voice To bath in morning’s dew Sliced with fresh green blades Meeting the suns embrace
What is it like? The fields of Elysium I mean Today I should be sneaking you wine After all, today is your Sweet 16 16 years ago on this very day Our aunties answered the phone Breaking the silence with sobs of sorrow All I wanted was to hold you at home But now you hold me You soak the ambience with hope in my lowest moments the force of your existence cleanses my scope My heavenly brother When times are tough and I am not around I know you take care of our sisters and our beautiful mother You showed me in that dream Vivid and clear I walked into our bedroom Our sister was asleep but something else was here A child's curiosity led me So I peered through our window To see skies dancing In a twinkling orange and yellow Our sister was still sound asleep in bed That's when I saw you for the first time A light blue warmth with a cherub's head You were cuddling our sister I was in awe, not a single word said Years have passed and I remember your visit Anyways I just want you to know When my eye's of this realm closes in death I want to see you beside me Bro One day we will all be together In our circle of Heaven, as light as a feather Can I ask perhaps to see you again? In another dream? Cheeky of your big brother to ask On your bittersweet 16
On 25th December 2002, I was at home with my aunts on Christmas day whilst my mum gave birth to my still brother Jamal. It was my first experience with death and marks a pivotal moment in my family's life. I witnessed my mum slowly lose herself to depression and Christmas day became a birthday but also an anniversary of death. I remember having that dream I speak of when I had fallen asleep in my living one night a few years later as I now had my little sister. I told my mum and we cried in joy.