Rehabilitation
There’s no such thing as rehabilitation & self-rehabilitation if you have never seen the problem
No such luck for someone imprisoned by blind hindsight which lasts from early beginnings of blurred vision to being held at gunpoint by sneaking fear
Who’s your brother & who is your sister when the stillness of your walk is informed by a silent scream of help by your neighbour?
When the white man no longer demands his riches from the mere colour of your skin but your brother scrapes it to save his own;
Where do the lines of rehabilitation and self-rehabilitation begin?
Where to does my nose run for its share of fresh air?
It is too soon my community demands my broom to sweep it clean;
Too soon the little boy born yesterday becomes my enemy;
A friend to an endless thought of rehabilitation & self-rehabilitation.
My brother my own
My sister my own
My mother my own.
Then why do I need rehabilitation?
The Collection: Whispers of the day & Monologues of Today
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