The Nomad People Of The Mountain
Poetry. A competition by moleskin and vocal media.
i come from a place where men carry
firelights in their palm
married women wear painted faces,
and bangles adorn their arms.
i come from a place of painted wagons and
swishing skirts, and if you are not careful
with your hate-filled thoughts
the old seer witch will give you a curse.
If you want to marry the girl you love
you must first pay the bride price
in addition to giving your heart.
Women with silvery hair tucks them in scarves,
and everybody knows everybody because
when my grandfather touches the ground
he knows how many footsteps have trodden
on the gravely ground
and the men that have fallen dead
trying to divide this land
as they fought
over a piece of land that can't be owned.
''Land has killed more, than the plagues ever could.''
my grandmother cautions me of 4 things-
that could land me in hell but before that
it will take away my humanity:
land, gold, envy and greed;
we all have enough why don't we heed
the warning blue chiasms and share
but rather, we would rather,
like grandmother says
be struck by lightning and jolted awake.
My father says he can see the kindness
in me in vibrant color-filled auras;
yellow, like the sea-shells I pick from the ocean
when I'm filled with glee
brown, like the trodden ground after rain
proof of the ancient warrior in me;
green, the envy that trickles inside me-
when I was child and watched my sister
play and then break my toys.
and white hot rage, unquenchable,
until i tastes vengeance and slay my hate.
then soft sorrow trickles in, purple and
gentle like the breeze that travels over
my skin as I look over the vast ocean.
and just as fast it leaves
in the presence of my kin;
my mother says blood is not the strongest
of bonds- it's what grows between
two people as they share food and warmth
the way they share their secrets they keep
or inside the feather light pages of a Moleskin diary.
it's colorless and odorless but carries the
taste of freedom and friendship;
Love is what we man never live without.