Speak Child Speak

By MS

For my daughter

Speak, child, speak,
hold not your tongue because the question that you ask,
the answer that it brings may be the solution that saves us all

Speak, child, speak
Because ignorance is not bliss,
it is apathy to the mind.
It is the residue of stagnant thoughts that destroys itself fully
with the passions of time
& stagnation is death to young & old minds.

Speak, child, speak,
your voice may be the one that touches the world & shapes reality
into a paradise that women, men, & children may grow & peacefully live in.

Speak, child, speak,
Because my voice is old & un-remembered.
It is the weeping in the bowels of coffin ships & it is the creak of rope & wind
& silent kingdoms swaying in a sultry southern breeze,
it is the shackles of falsehoods binding me to inferior thoughts of mental slavery,
It is the sound of a fast life lived & lost in court rooms
silently weeping in cells trying to escape my self-created hell.

Speak, child, speak,
Because you are the Grace of God & the Dreams of a Nation.

SPEAK, CHILD, SPEAK

Comments

  1. Beautiful. Gave me chills. What a great message thoughtfully crafted into words and prose.

  2. Your imagery is powerful: “shackles of falsehoods”–wow! Your last line is one I will remember and take with me into the world. Thank you for writing this.

  3. My favorite line:

    Speak, child, speak,
    Because you are the Grace of God & the Dreams of a Nation.

    I only wish all children know they have this power and are so, so loved.

  4. Molly Argersinger says

    I was drawn to your poem because my son had trouble learning how to talk, so the words “Speak, child, speak” reminded me of the concern I felt for his troubles early in life. The structure of your poem is part of its strength. There is a back forth between hope for the future, brief, like a refrain to a hymn or song, and longer, drawn out stanzas that are heavy with wounds of the past and present, like flashes of light in a darkened room. Is it a candle burning, reliable but small, or a camera flash that is bright, short-lived, disorienting?
    The fact that your last stanza is the “refrain” tells me that as the poem comes to its end, the candle is still burning. “The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it.” (John 1:5)
    Even in the longer stanzas of suffering, I see hope because your words tell me you understand what (some of) the problems are: Apathy, stagnation, falsehoods, fast living all summed up in a “self-created hell”. This poem is for your daughter, you say. If I may be so bold, I would invite (challenge?) you to see yourself as the daughter/son. You are someone’s child and you are definitely God’s child. You are a seed still with a future as long as you have breath in you. Grace is not something meant only for others but for you, too. And that grace is now. God bless you on your journey.

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