NEITHER HERE NOR THERE

I am half baked bread

Not edible nor a throw away

I have been tutored to call the name of the resurrected

When my woes open their mouths to consume me

Or call for the parents of my grandparents

Who have turned gods on another planet

To come to my rescue

The former being alien, the latter being my heritage

 

I am half baked bread

In the land of no oven

The eyes of dead protectors battle a resurrected traveller above

In their quest to protect me

Confusing me with the potency of both

I have been told they are of one father from different mothers.

With this enmity between elephants,

Who has time to protect the grass?

 

 

I am half baked bread

Not edible and not a throw away

My mind sits like a vehicle in a dilemma

Watching the commotion,

Watching the road

Not knowing whether to move by myself

Or wait for both masters to finish their war

To be a trophy for the winner

 

Must there always be a war to take over my head?

I am half baked

Can’t their father, who is known to own my planet

And the sky I see

Miraculously fully bake me

Or turn me flour?

I am tired of the commotion

Of both to win my generation

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

 

This poem is about the Christian/Islamic and traditional religion. The persona is at a crossroad, not knowing which to choose. The former is from other lands and the latter from the persona’s land (the persona probably an African or from a fetish area) but they battle among themselves instead of trying to solve the persona’s problems. The persona on the other hand has been told they all share one father who is God. He/she wonders why God watches without acting.

  (Artwork taken from blog.lib.umn.edu )