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Sis. Shiree Sarana

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Posted on Saturday, January 03, 2004 - 03:30 am:   Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Ban Poster IP (Moderator/Admin only)

ABM, the jokes on you! My piece, is a poetic account of a sister named Tandy in Azania (South Afrika) who spoke at the Truth Council. I dare U 2 counter this piece with the bet, of your remaining right testicle, with your "amateruish poetic license."

TO SISTER TANDY:MY SOUL IN A CORNER

You came in kicking and screaming
During the middle of the night
As my family slept as I slept in my
bed of peace

Forcing us against the cold night wall
Shoving us out in dark afrikan night
You lined my family up on our porch
My cousins, my sister, my babies,
My Mother

You shined your erected white light
into the eyes of our innocence the demand
made that I be identified
however in a secret car I was discovered

Someone told who I was and then
The beating began, the screams began,
the begging began, "Please don't kill my
daughter in front of me!"

You grabbed me by my hair feeling justified
and strong, you were going to exact your
ideal of justice upon my body, upon my soul,
upon my spirit - off I went into the
moonlit night

taken to the place where noone can
hear you scream - noone can hear you beg,
noone can hear your groans - noone but
your tormentors - noone but God!

Here comes the bone marrow chilling cold
water that my captors have thrown upon me
with your arrogant judgement, your wicked
curses.

In my nakedness you made mockery of me
through shock treatments you have tortured me
as body and brain convulsed you laugh at my
lot - sinner souls deviant beast masqerading

on two legs I see the blood lust dripping
from your eyes and then it happens I am
flung into a cold room standing, then
laying in my blood shivering in stark contrast

to the heat of your savagery you use my
nakeness of torn dress and bleeding
flesh and like a pack of ravenous wolves
you use this smell to insight morbid courage

within yourselves to rape me all four of
you - in my pain I no longer see faces
or hear sounds I divorced myself from
that body - no my soul packs up
leaves my body and goes to the

corner watching - watching you defile my
body - the body that is no longer Tandy's,
the smile, the walking, the breathing, the
crying, the standing Tandy - no she no longer
exist

She has been demonized, made to hate
her own existence, made to hate her own
inner warriorwoman of existence - that
is what you wanted

You told me you would make me hate
myself and you succeeded with the harsh
coldness of your sociopathetic endeavours
you are my enemy, this day I will never forget

now as time has passed and I spoke of my
sorrows, my traumas, my pain at the truth
council, I have realized I must go back to
that place wher you stole my body

I must go back to that place where you
stole my mind, I must go back to that
place where you stole my logic -
stole my courage

Yes, I must go back to that place
rescue my soul, my spirit from the
corner - that watched my
bondage take effect, the corner where

My spirit saw the murder of my flesh,
this body has continued on the outside
but I must retrieve my broken,
wounded soul from that corner so that
I may once again

LIVE!!

Peace & Blessings
Your Sister In The Word
Sis. Shiree Sarana
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Posted on Saturday, January 03, 2004 - 09:47 am:   Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Ban Poster IP (Moderator/Admin only)

WOW! I could envision this scene with my minds eye and my heart felt heavy, sorrow, anger, and then I was rejuvenated by Tandy's strength to go back and reclaim her soul and live...powerful, poignant. I constantly say life is about two choices: we can choose to live or die, go on or give up, no matter what happens to us in life, we have the choice on how we respond. As long as we have breath, we have a chance! Thank you for awakening my Spirit early this morning. Keep pressing my Sister!

Deserie

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