Resurrecting Voice by Naki Akrobettoe

Resurrecting Voice-

I do not believe that a number
can read ones favorite color
or the kind of music that quiets
their spirits in distress. And a
stone marker covered by leaves
is equivalent to a blind man
that can't foresee the future.

I dreamed that voices will carry
through green pastures as the
wind catches hold of bare truths
saturating this city of a rich history
still waiting to be discovered.

My feet walk with care, trying best
to be delicate as sweet souls rest in
peace and I can only imagine what
it is like to be hushed in both, LIFE
and in DEATH, so this poem will be
their resurrection.

My words and syllables join in a
covenant to rebuild lost lives with
honor and respect. Whether on a
sunny day in August or a blizzard
in March, I will carry the weight
of their pain and difficulties through
my poetry, and proudly I shall say
I am the voice of resurrection.
 

This poem was read at the Dedication of the memorial at the Old Cemetery on May 15, 2010. We would like to thank Naki for allowing us to post this on our website.