Sanctified: Chapter 3- Don’t Bother

Sedequa could not wait to see the
“Monsters of the Congo” as the news
Was dubbing them. White people of old
Left statues of naked men and tits
That receive respect and praise but when
    Africans build creative and awe
    Inducing masterpieces, they’re seen
    As monstrous and frightening, she thought,
    But as Sedequa explored the more
    Than eight dozen stone sculptures with wings
And meticulously designed scales
And claws and fangs she couldn’t help but feel
Slightly intimidated by the
Art of ancient peoples, she was struck
With a strange feeling of abandon.
    “They’re quite something, arent’t they,” a man asked,
    His dark eyes and brown skin glistening
    In the light from the windows of the
    Museum. “Breathtaking,” Sedequa said.
    “I couldn’t miss the grand opening,”
        He continued, “Same with you?” She smiled
        And said, “They remind me of someone
        I used to know.” The man grinned and said,
        “They must be a magical person.”
        Sedequa would have smiled again,
If the screeching had not filled her ears.

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Sanctified: Chapter 2- Switch Sider

Fosco folded the letter, put
It in his left pocket, and carried
On with stuffing his suitcase, resolve
Spread across his face. His partner walked
Into the bedroom, his arms crossed in
Defiance. “You’re just leaving,” Nick cried,
“Because some sister I never heard
Of writes to you about some kid show.”
Fosco sighed and said, “I told you I
Had a traumatic past.” Nick glared and
Said, “Must’ve been horrendous seeing that
We’ve spent countless nights talking about
Our favorite foods and crazy nights in
College, Nene Leakes’ newest hairdo,
And not once did you mention you have
A sister.” Fosco shoved a t-shirt
Into his suitcase and said, “I didn’t
Tell you I went to prison either.”
Nick’s jaw dropped, his eyes swelling with fear.
“Who are you?” Nick cried and grabbed Fosco’s
Arm. “I’m sorry,” Fosco whispered, “I
Didn’t mean to drag you into my mess.”
“I love you,” Nick cried, “I’ll always be
In your mess.” He grabbed Fosco and kissed
Him deeply. Fosco pulled away, zipped
His suitcase and said, “I have to go.”

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