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Cassandra or Aphrike?

Type

Poem

Date

December, 2025

I was wooed By the white god With pristine features...
I was given a gift (So called).

Cassandra!

I demurred and refused Him
Although he was beautiful And arrogant...

Cassandra!

He cursed me
And named me among
The wretched of the earth
Because I fought him with
The gift he gave me...

Cassandra!

He cursed me
And I cursed him
To anyone who would Hear me...

Cassandra!

If it was my love?
Rejoice at my acceptance.
If it was my truth?
Rejection at my dereliction...

Cassandra!

His blonde locks flowed
From the vestiges
Of praise and the seat of power.
My dark locks and dark skin became
The symbol of human poverty
And despair...

Cassandra!

Why did he curse me?
I was beautiful once.
Not just my voice
But my body...
My dark features
And my hair
And my nose
And my mouth
And my curves
And my breasts
And my sex
And my fruit
Castigated
Brutalized
And trampled
Not just my voice
But my being
The essence of who I Am
The essence of who I Am to be
Beautiful
Bountiful
Bubbling
And Free.
I loved the sun.
But, I reject and curse
The god that
Rode its rays
And stole me from it...

Cassandra!

I don’t want his advances.
I don’t want his touch.
I don’t want his blue eyes
Sinking into the deep vortex
Of my soul because he told me I had none...

Cassandra!

He forsook what he called
Beautiful cause I rejected him.
And now he fights against me
And closes the ears of those
In his image from hearing my plea,
While the strong Industrious Warrior
disembarked his ship
And raped me mercilessly
Tirelessly...
While I clinged to my god.

Cassandra?

Why will no one listen?
Will no one hear my cry
As the blood of my virginity
Spills onto the ground?
As the tears of my pain
Dry with every day break?

Oh Cassandra...

Why will no one listen?
Why does no one want to
Hear the story of Cassandra The Greek...
Or is it the story of Aphrike?

No...
No one listens...
They shut their own ears now.
They feign ignorance as millions
Die on the plains of Aphrike.

Even her own people
Removed so far from her
Dangers
Play it safe while her children
Stay ravaged.

This site exists so I can be exactly who I need to be.
You are free to visit and be whoever you need to be.
The work here takes the form of stories and poems.
Nothing is offered to carry you. What you find is for your own sake.

www.jmriley.com

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