1962.
him;
don't forget the bottles
of muscatel clanking
empty
in yards of broken champagne flute glasses
and lost memories of celebratory toasts;
empty.
slobbering stammering and stuttering a language;
the C' word.
in a pitch low enough that only other alcoholics can interpret.
in a pitch high enough that only other dogs can hear.
brought into this world in handcuffs,
still I stutter;
a life in restraints.
shy by history.
(begins with a C')
him;
This giant of a man. At five feet seven.
Back in the 50's
(he,
who has been found drunk,
in ditches in Memphis)
1969
Don't bother mom;
She's busy doing twice what you're too drunk to do once.
work. love.
And he may hurt me even more when she ain't around.
I'm no fool.
I'll be quiet
(no, not me. Him. Begins with a C')
You see,
there is history in these handcuffs.
There is pain.
the truth.
there is blood,
but there are no screams-
that's for sissies.
let's not forget the small green bottles hidden in pockets of suits and winter coats at Deliverence Evangelical Church, New York, New York:
the back turned slightly.
the contents quickly swallowed while mom obliviously praise God.
but I'm praising God too,
with one eye
and I see everything
he did.
But God is omnipotent.
Praise Him!
the clapping which was not for support. ( God,
please get me out of the audience )
The "C word.
We laugh
We cry
We're in the audience
But sis has a different interpretation of what we're both observing.
/ I must have done something wrong.
apparently I must have asked to be born
to whom I was born/
before I was born
(God, remove my restraints)
Now,
Learning everything by
Listening to big bunches of nothing
From enemies who are close friends of each other
In time of need going their separate ways after bartime,
But sister, playing with dolls in the living room says 'leave my daddy alone.'
while the back of my neck is pressed down to keep my back bent over the ironing board
as the other hand holds a thick black leather belt to slam against my naked ass
while the supremes song, 'where did our love go?' is playing on the radio,
the beat-down is only shortly interrupted by the announcement that Martin Luther King Jr was just shot..
The effects of him.
of him and those damn bottles...
&
if he stood still for a minute and listened
& watched
& cared,
he could have heard the slow seeping out of what ever volume of love my little heart contained.
I petitioned.
I begged for compassion.
In between slaps and scalding hot baths.
In between humiliation, emasculation and degradation.
Cirrhosis; that's it.
The effects of him.
slap 1 across the face back hand
2 across the face slap
3 a bath in scalding water. Steam rising off the ankles.
4 slap
5 you fucking sissy slap
6 damn mama's boy slap
7 stop that crying slap
8 Shut up! Don't be a sissy! Slap
9 back hand slap Be a man!
10 years old.... Applause.
And.
Curtains.
End scene...
I was brought into this world in handcuffs
1962 1972 1982 1992 1996 may he rest in peace 2000 2001 2002 2003
handcuffs still on
(where's the key?)
2004
handcuffs off
--alexgeorge
him;
don't forget the bottles
of muscatel clanking
empty
in yards of broken champagne flute glasses
and lost memories of celebratory toasts;
empty.
slobbering stammering and stuttering a language;
the C' word.
in a pitch low enough that only other alcoholics can interpret.
in a pitch high enough that only other dogs can hear.
brought into this world in handcuffs,
still I stutter;
a life in restraints.
shy by history.
(begins with a C')
him;
This giant of a man. At five feet seven.
Back in the 50's
(he,
who has been found drunk,
in ditches in Memphis)
1969
Don't bother mom;
She's busy doing twice what you're too drunk to do once.
work. love.
And he may hurt me even more when she ain't around.
I'm no fool.
I'll be quiet
(no, not me. Him. Begins with a C')
You see,
there is history in these handcuffs.
There is pain.
the truth.
there is blood,
but there are no screams-
that's for sissies.
let's not forget the small green bottles hidden in pockets of suits and winter coats at Deliverence Evangelical Church, New York, New York:
the back turned slightly.
the contents quickly swallowed while mom obliviously praise God.
but I'm praising God too,
with one eye
and I see everything
he did.
But God is omnipotent.
Praise Him!
the clapping which was not for support. ( God,
please get me out of the audience )
The "C word.
We laugh
We cry
We're in the audience
But sis has a different interpretation of what we're both observing.
/ I must have done something wrong.
apparently I must have asked to be born
to whom I was born/
before I was born
(God, remove my restraints)
Now,
Learning everything by
Listening to big bunches of nothing
From enemies who are close friends of each other
In time of need going their separate ways after bartime,
But sister, playing with dolls in the living room says 'leave my daddy alone.'
while the back of my neck is pressed down to keep my back bent over the ironing board
as the other hand holds a thick black leather belt to slam against my naked ass
while the supremes song, 'where did our love go?' is playing on the radio,
the beat-down is only shortly interrupted by the announcement that Martin Luther King Jr was just shot..
The effects of him.
of him and those damn bottles...
&
if he stood still for a minute and listened
& watched
& cared,
he could have heard the slow seeping out of what ever volume of love my little heart contained.
I petitioned.
I begged for compassion.
In between slaps and scalding hot baths.
In between humiliation, emasculation and degradation.
Cirrhosis; that's it.
The effects of him.
slap 1 across the face back hand
2 across the face slap
3 a bath in scalding water. Steam rising off the ankles.
4 slap
5 you fucking sissy slap
6 damn mama's boy slap
7 stop that crying slap
8 Shut up! Don't be a sissy! Slap
9 back hand slap Be a man!
10 years old.... Applause.
And.
Curtains.
End scene...
I was brought into this world in handcuffs
1962 1972 1982 1992 1996 may he rest in peace 2000 2001 2002 2003
handcuffs still on
(where's the key?)
2004
handcuffs off
--alexgeorge
10 comments:
Wow!!!
Awesome post my brother.
Powerful stuff, Alex. There are some parts of this poem that hit as hard, emotionally, as some classic poems in literature... like Sylvia Plath's famous poem "Daddy." This could be the Black Man's answer to that work. I feel the anger, the pain, the fear, the grief, & other phantom emotions when I read this. Bravo, bruh! Bravo!
One.
One.
Thank you both, Moanerplicity and Reggie. I get emotional everytime I read this piece that I wrote about about 10 yrs ago. My sister, to this day, has a different opinion of our father and thinks of him like He was the second coming.
passionate and powerful
Powerful, powerful read. I read it three times, and more intense than before.
Let me ask w/o getting to personal. Are you saying your Dad was the restraint?
I don't mind the personal questions.
It was the feeling of being restrained-of having to be quiet, not questioning anything, while my sister could do or say anything she wanted. Going along with the flow for fear of being beaten or scalded or poisoned. I had to learn to smile and be obedient.
That didn't stop the above from happening though, every time my mother went to work.
I don't mind the personal questions.
It was the feeling of being restrained-of having to be quiet, not questioning anything, while my sister could do or say anything she wanted. Going along with the flow for fear of being beaten or scalded or poisoned. I had to learn to smile and be obedient.
That didn't stop the above from happening though, every time my mother went to work.
Unfortunate. Puzzling.
yep
Moanerplicity-- I juat read Sylvia Plath's "Daddy: for the first time. I felt her pain with every line. I loved it. I can feel her pain-her frustration, her anger, her inability to please him. I even tearing up.
Thank you for mentioning her. I'm going to have to read more of her work.
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