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Cassandra or Aphrike?

  • Writer: J.M.Riley
    J.M.Riley
  • Jan 5
  • 2 min read

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

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.


 
 
 

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