KNEES
Honour me like you promised you would.
Honour the night by dying a little inside to get through the hours.
Honour your parents by laying your body in the wilder- ness, while the vultures of their mistakes pick at your fetal corpse.
Honour him and go down like the good boy you said you were in that drunken text you sent two nights ago.
Honour the blue foreboding sea that fights against earth and soil, crashing onto the shore of the small fishing town where you grew up.
Most importantly, honour my heart.
don’t break me.
I’m begging.
But you like that.
Me on my knees.
Looking up to you.
In utmost honour.
– Shekina “Eva Ama”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My name is Shekinah, as an artist I go by Eva Ama. I’m an aspiring multi-disciplinary artist and model from South East London. My current working project is an anthology titled “A Letter To My Murderer” featuring 111 poems about love sex, death, depression and religion. The following poem is one of the first I have written towards creating #ALTMM. By the end of the year, I hope to complete my book and move onto the next stage of this project.
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