Author Celine Leduc a.k.a. Selene Y
IS THE DEVIL IS ‘WHITE’?
The devil is White! You are a liar,
Teachers and priest told children:
The devil is RED! The devil is
YELLOW!
The devil is BROWN! The devil is
BLACK!
Priest would not lie!
They know the devil is
colorful.
Priests told us: GOD was “White”
History records the deeds of “Whiteman”
made God!
They sit in judgment yet killed
Redskin Men
Rape and sodomize all women to
steal the land
They Shanghaied Yellow skin men to
work on the railway!
They bought and sold Black men
and women
Enslaved them to be sharecroppers
To plant and pick cotton and
sugar cane!
They kidnapped Brown skin to
serve
Sweet tea and cakes
Oh! The sweet life of the “white”
Godlike!
As Gods they rape, sodomize, enslave,
judge and kill
I was thought it was the Devil was
colorful and evil.
Based on their deeds and not
their words
The Devil is “white” and so is
his wife
Why his wife? She benefited and said nothing. Injustice!
THE NEW NEIGHBORS
A new family moved in the
neighborhood
A few houses over the highway and
above the tracks
She teaches piano, he a concert
pianist.
They have a son my age. We play, as friends we always win.
My mother does not mind, my
father does.
He tells me “Do not play with
him, he will cause trouble.”
How so? We always win at games, have fun and never fight.
We know each other and trust one
another.
My friend is chased away, I
disobey run behind him.
I am angry, I see red. I complain, rant and rave about the
injustice.
She gives me a big hug and calmly
says: “You are right!”
She adds: “but, you have to respect your dad’s wishes!”
Still fuming and with tears in my
eyes. Hand in hand she walks me home,
Making sure I would not be
scolded.
She takes responsibility,
saying: “I came to speak to your
daughter.”
My son told me she was angry
because my son is not welcomed in your house.
Never saw him after that, why was
he trouble.
Was it language he spoke English? My mom was Irish spoke English.
Was it religion we were Catholic.
We went to the same church.
Then what could it be? He is Black and I am White.
MY HELEN OF TROY
ReplyDeleteI want to be a poetry
A tale, a story,
A legend.
I want to resume in few words
A duel, a battle,
A war.
I want to arise from the dead
In order to fight
To your glory.
Walls of Troy can´t separate us
Not even Zeus,
Nor Poseidon either.
I defied them for you,
I lost myself, for you,
In holocaust I offer my body:
My love and sweet Helena.
*By: Agamenon Troyan
This is a translated excerpt of my poem & short tales book (O Anjo e a Tempestade) aka (The Angel and the Storm)
Thank you for the absolutely wonderful poem thank you keep on writing
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