African Proverb

I am that  African proverb,    
the child that burned down    
the whole village just to feel    
it's warmth. Sometimes I can    
still hear my brothers    
childhood screams.    
   
All I ever wanted was to protect him.    
To stand tall against our torturers.    
My mother's family were    
and still are insisting on keeping    
family secrets.    
   
But not I, now I speak about    
all the pain that afflicted my soul.    
I see it so often people keeping    
the family demons hidden.    
   
You reap what you sow,    
so let the bloodline fizzle out.    
You can't come at me with your    
voodoo, I found my power.    
   
For the longest I looked for a light in    
all the darkness, I found it.    
This generational trauma ends here  
with me now.    
 
So come with your witch craft and    
spells and I'll burn you at the stakes    
With all the other fake bitches.    
   
NP