Welcome to Day 23 of the 2012 April Write – the Poets Jubilee Olympiad.
We’re heading into the last stretch of the April Write, over 20 days through… and what a journey it’s been so far!
Please watch the video to listen to my piece which will explain why your topic and title for Day 23 is:
“TRANSFORMATION”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vaof5QXo8jY
Why not share your own personal journey today.
Angee
xoxo
The April Write 
Donna Parkinson (FB Group Member & Admin)
Transformation,
The acceleration of my mind,
Was allegedly, some kind,
Of mistake,
I was never meant to make,
The grade,
I was supposed to have stayed,
Alone and afraid,
Beaten and betrayed,
Where my captors had placed me,
The system had traced me,
Back to my roots,
And the fruits,
Of my hard work were destined to remain unseen,
It had always been,
This way,
I was expected to play,
Dead in the shadows of my peers,
As my forefathers had done for hundreds of years,
But change was like music to my ears,
And I was undergoing a transformation,
The defamation,
Of my character was in itself an invitation,
Hesitation,
At this point would have proven risky,
I was maturing like a good malt whiskey,
And I was going to have people intoxicated,
By the exuberance of my verbosity; encapsulated,
In my very soul,
I had a goal,
To achieve,
And they had better believe,
That I would reach my full potential,
My planned growth was exponential,
I would be the deciding differential,
In this equation,
This would be a ceremonious occasion,
An unprecedented invasion,
On their way of thinking,
And in the blinking,
Of an eye; like a thief in the night,
I would bring the fight,
To the fore,
And open the door,
For others like me to walk through,
And statistically accrue,
A voice,
To insist on a choice,
In matters that involved them directly,
We had been incorrectly,
Labelled,
Our infrastructure had been cabled,
Through a web of deceit,
But I would make sure that we took receipt,
Of a new dawn; a new day,
We couldn’t delay,
We needed to collectively display,
That mass transformation was on the way…
(c)23rd April 2012 Donna Parkinson
Halim Flowers: TRANSFORMATION
From the seed
To water
The sun
I see the clouds in you
When you smile
I see everything
The lovemaking
The ejaculation
The swim upstream
The ovary
The birth
I see the pain of child labor in you
When you smile
I see your first step
Your first conceptualized intimate love
When you cry
I see your first heartbreak
On the dancefloor of your prom
When laugh
I see your first time
Your deflowering
Your blossoming
When you speak
I see the wisdom dripping off your lips
Like thick honey
I see all that when I look at your curves
That you think are too thick
That I lust so much so often when I’m supposed to be
Platonic
But I see a Republic in you
When you stand
Because You are a Queen
So regal
So raw
That when you speak
You touch hearts
You walk on water
You
Transform
Minds and biases
When you love
You crush hate
You are a
Transformer!
(c)23rd April 2012 Halim A Flowers
Joyce Ashuntantang – Death is Dead
The pain scourged the non Christian parts of her body
Voices from the past needling present shadows
Yesterday already felt like “once upon a time”
The future was a misty morning with no handshakes
Nobody saw the mocking smirk on her face
Save the nightmarish sun prancing the sky
No one felt the hollow laughter in her throat
Except the bored man in that half moon
Pain has a way of washing the eyes
Like an Obasinjom*, She could see clearly now
Two shadows, the female paving the way
The male, guarding the rear. Death is dead.
(c)April 2012 Joyce Ashuntantang
*A speaking mask with the gift of prophecy
Marina Bayley
She wanted to be different
She wanted to be set free
She wanted to be transformed
She wanted to be reborn
She was not the person she was supposed to be
Or was she
False perceptions surrounded
Maggots feasting, on her disguise
Her mask could no longer hide her inner sighs
She held them close
And shut herself inside
Thriving on the last of the light she held inside
She was not this person
The person that you see
The person she is – has a different reality
Yet still the lies would grow
Confusing her, was this her all the time
She began to doubt her own mind
She tried to let you see
You were simply letting your inner fears roam free
Your insecurity on her back
A load too heavy for one tohack
She screams for help
Pen to page
Then you really heard her rage
Loving, Hating, blaming wanting to be
Thinking she was the cause of this false reality
Confused and used in this puerile insensibility
Where no one really gains and she is being driven insane
Inside out, outside in was the only way, she could contain the fear that rose from within
The loathing and self-hate, slowly approaching her gate
Pulling her apart, wondering when this started
How it could be stopped
Yes stop, that what she would do
She would no longer play this game with you
But wait
She realised something that was so deep and true
This was all about her and not you
She wanted to be different
Wanted to be new
And all she had to do
Was be herself
If only she knew
(c)April 2012 Marina Bayley
Zita Holbourne
TRANSFORMATION
She was born out of devastation
Raised in destruction
Fed on deprivation
And nurtured with rejection
Blamed for existing
Punished for growing
Rejected for knowing
Abandoned for caring
Transformation was her only chance to survive
But first she had to recognise she was alive
Accept that she wasn’t to blame
Sweep away the shame
Of first abuse, then neglect
Swallow pride and reject
But her emotions were intense
Her life made no sense
At first she wandered aimlessly
Each step taken painfully
Searching for answers to questions never asked
Trying to achieve actions not yet tasked
She bore the wounds and scars
Like glowing stars
Unashamed and defiant
Determined but quiet
Exposed her vulnerability
Because she didn’t have the ability
To adapt to each social setting
Sinking into depression
When people turned away
In shock and dismay
Confused or embarrassed
Sometimes inexplicably astonished
She was like a warrior
And the rejection didn’t worry her
Because she was used to being alone
Having to hold her own
But the expression in her eyes
Part angry, part crazy, part surprise
Told him she was on the edge
Hair dishevelled like an untrimmed hedge
But beyond her exterior
He saw she was far from inferior
Could see the beauty shining through
The tattered edges of her rue
At first she shunned his affections
Guarded against a history of rejections
Part curious, part bemused
And then tortured and confused
By the possibilities
And securities
That love might bring
And as she felt her heart sing
She collapsed under the weight
Of her changing fate
As she felt herself falling
She heard him calling
But failed to recognise her name
But who could blame
It had never been spoken
In the voice of tender men
In the moment that he caught her
It was like a supporting pillar
Had been removed from her spine
And the sensation was divine
It tantalised and tingled
Like tiny moonbeams sprinkled
Creating a warm glow around her heart
She clung to him like she never wanted to part
From the refreshing sensation
Of his intense attention
He carried her to a safe haven
Of hope and salvation
Slowly and steadily
She underwent readily
A transformation
Blossoming into creation
Of a strong sensitive
Loving, wanting to give
Pleased to receive
Ready to conceive
Human being
For the first time seeing
The undeniable beauty
Of love, guilt free
He witnessed her transformation
Eagerly without hesitation
He was painfully aware
So would not dare
To bask in the glory of it
He couldn’t claim one bit
Because her transformation
Was not born from his invasion
Of her heart
He played no part
It was not because of his love but in spite
Because all she needed to feel alright
Was not to have his love – but the sensation of love itself.
In it she discovered a new found wealth
And made the transition from being alive to living
And embarked on her new beginning
(c) April 2012 Zita Holbourne, AprilWrite
Justice Chikandamina
Transforming into a light emitting diode!
When u came through the door
I did glow in your radiance
Causing much needed vibrations
That transformed me positively
To roam as a light emitting diode!
(c)April 2012 Justice Chikandamina