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Thinking out Loud 7.4.17

People wonder why most women are more vocal and rebellious these days. I think that it stems from the fact that our mothers showed too much weakness and obeyed without questioning, all because of “the kids” thus us. we watched them carry so much pain and burden in silence that we vowed in our hearts that we will not go through what our mothers went through. so even though they sought to teach us submissiveness by their actions, they indirectly taught us to rebel

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Our Mothers!!

We are braver than our mothers
We took their unfulfilled dreams
and held them to our chest
Dreams bestowed on us
to achieve while we achieve ours
It was then we vowed to be better
To rise above all limitations ever
placed on them and to give them
The gift of being their improved
versions.

Starved Love

You have water in abundance

but you starved the grass

in your yard

Now I watch you looking

longly at your neighbor’s yard

You gaze at their green grass

You want what they have

without the hard work

Yes! the grass is greener at their side

but you and I know it took hard work

you stifled our love but you wondering

why it didn’t blossom like our neighbor’s

All they did was water and cater to

what we took for granted 

The whistles of a woman

The silence in her loud heart
Signals the strength she has
For when she has no option
But to forge ahead for all
Who have put her on that pedestal
The unsaid longings in her chest
Is the pain that seek to rapture
Her very essence and being
The bells of expectations
Are too loud for her gentle soul
And she is still drawn to the belief
That each bell deserves her attention

Words!!!!

When we started I didn’t intend to commit
She was just a place of comfort for me
As soon as the soul found joy I had no need
for her and at first she was ok with that
But I kept coming back and she captured my soul
My relationship with words was supposed to be
Short-lived but how do you let go of a relationship
That keeps you sane and expresses your state of mind
More than your mouth will ever do
I am in love with words and I have made the decision
TO STAY

The interview

I sat across the room
Staring nervously
A deep voice echoed
“Tell us about yourself”
It was that simple but
It hit me like a ton of bricks
“Who am I?”
Did I need a panel to ask me this?
I have asked myself this question
Yes more than once
And to say that I knew
The answer is a big deception
So I replied honestly
I hope I get the answer
At the ends of life’s journey
When there is no breath left
And all seem to agree on
Who I was