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.
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