SKELETONS IN MY CLOSET by Celine Leduc June 7 2014
Skeletons are in my closet
At night they haunt my dreams
As a child I could hear their screams.
As an adult I want to know!
Who are the skeletons in my closet?
Partial history teaches, tales of grandeur
Epic tales of gentlemen who were not so gentle.
Partial history is without empathy and equals bias.
His story favors him and disenfranchises “the” other.
Skeletons in my closet rattle to my heartbeat.
My heart races, beats faster and faster in fear.
In fear of being “outed” and ousted from family.
The fear is not mine, it is my ancestors who fear me.
They fear judgement day, when I see them as they were.
They are part of my family tree, seeded long ago.
My heart slows and becomes one with earth.
It is believed out of earth we are created
Men are from dust women are the rock (rib)
Skeletons drum are in sync with my heartbeat.
Skeletons teach me about empathy and love.
Skeletons in my closet: “Speak to me!”
What is your name? Where are you from?
Come out, I want to know you, to not fear you!
African and First Nation drums I hear they relax me
The drum beat calms me, we become one with earth.
Come let me give you a proper burial in the earth.
So you can join and rejoice with the ancestors.
Make a feast invite all who want to be at peace.
To remember you were mistreated human beings
My ancestors claimed you were not human or equal.
Truth be told: Equal yet different, we are!
No one can change the past, we cannot Quantum Leap!
There are no time machines to correct the past.
Listen to the voice of the skeletons in your closet.
We can work together to improve the future.