SAMDIARY

You owe me no blame

And I hold no claims to being deceived by you

And bereaved as I am

With the lock weight lifted off my neck like Calvary’s cross

I actually grew stupor in my strength

My flex of muscles blinded my eyes from seeing the rattling venom behind you

For you were disaster wrapped in glittering gold

Scarecrow in Angel’s image

And I was too numb to hear the screams of wisdom banging on my eardrums

Your body was fine liquor

And you were my favorite recipe

Sad enough every time I tasted of your sweet poison

I longed for more which drowned me

Now here I am

With eyes absent from their socket

Laid in state of remorse

I wish I had shut the doors of my secret

I wish I laid not my head on your rock thighs for a pillow

The comfort of your lullabies made me ignorant to the rape my virgin locks were about to experience

Thrice you asked

And on the third time like a broken brick I fell

And with each snap I lost sovereignty

Now I realize

That the Wisdom of Solomon profiteth much than the strength of Sampson

For when I see without

He sees within

When my eyes are drawn to physical adornment

He searches for the jewels that lay hidden like pendants in the heart

So I pray

That my descendants learn from my flaws

That the Solomon in them finds you before the Sampson does

Wherever you might be

In sanctuaries, open fields or disguised in the attire of Mary

Here ends the Samdiary