To the detriments of my soul.....because when I suffocate...I breath
Friday, September 7, 2012
Not Ready to grow....
Revelations
The coming together
The turning back
sand grains of memory
taking the shape of yesterday
when we used to play
innocence carved,moulded into being
remnants of children's long forgotten inner fears
Growing up
Growing tall
priorities shifting
From dolls, to lipstick, to boys
seeing to see
resentment for fathers who were never there
chemical acquaintances
medical cabinets, sacred homes inside a home
Epiphanies,too wild, to stagnant, too contradictory
Realising above all, feeling hurt
Making friends
losing friends
building dreams, on academic staircases
ice cold winters in boarding school
finding solace, in unspoken promises
that rang in testosterone enhanced voices
of boys who tickled our fancies
And pulled down our panties.
ink to sink in
when the world got too much.
an English teacher we fantasised of kissing
an English teacher who would have kissed us back
if only matrimony didn't hold her by the hand
mothers crying in hospital rooms
heads shaking, twice made, para-suicide arm bands
reverends in Their 'holier than thou' armour
breathing down a sinner's neck
too surreal a moment,when
night duty nurses slept on duty
while souls lingered just above the ceiling
a lump in my throat
neon darkness engulfing my breath
pain too loud to scream doctor, doctor
self-inflicted, when death took precedence to life
so much behind
memory full to the brim
too little when I look ahead
life taught me to take precautions
I never did
but lived as though I knew what living entailed
been down the milky way
and hell's corridors
it's been too long
she gave birth to me a long while ago
now as I muse,with a half smoked cigarette and coffee hot in my hand
looking grim, as amagadon steps closer
caught in a moment
juxtaposed, and incoherently sane
It will be, two decades and 12months
from the day I saw life'stepped out into the darkening light
I've learnt to feel
but it escapes me.
I'm just not ready!not ready to grow, beyond this moment that is now.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
She is Woman, She knows it so...
Fate's warrior woman embracing her bitter end
cracked lips kissing the horizon
Young boy with a smile on his face
hatred bruising his existence, holds a gun to her head
He pulls the trigger
Her brains scutter
Her soul bleeds
Giving flamboyance to an austere world
And as life bids her adue
A vision too clear for the mind to grasp
An epiphany only death should taste
tiptoes into her vanishing existence
A young lad coils himself into a foetal position
Drinks milk from her breasts
He takes the form of life in her womb
The very womb that weaves life
that gives birth to these misogynist bastards
Whose hatred for this here:Woman of Women
Young boy belives is inherent
Inscripted in his very DNA
Whose hatred, this here:Woman of Women
Cannot decipher
Cannot comprehend
Cannot condone
Because she chooses to love
Whose hatred they know not
decieves, takes the shape of water
A catalyst to their debilitating state of mind
Whose hatred she dares not take to heart
For why would a mother habor such feelings for her own offspring
Nature deemed it so
That her end, would be a result of his own hand
In a destopian',patriarchal society
Where women such as she
Knelt down in submission
She chose to die in honour
A tall mountain of a Woman
In her lived, hearts unforged
Of Dahomey Amazons
Those ancient worriors of long ago
Earthed mothers of these
these self-loathing
Woman bashing
Violently brainwashed nonentities
But as life has known love
As her feet had walked on her ancestral land
The road like any other wouldnot be facile
Many would come and many would die
But with time, their incoherent melodies would give birth to rhythm
The dust would settle
The tears would dry
Their burfacated state of domiciled fears would cease to be
A day would come
where foul mouthed, bigot infested minds would be no more
Where he knows she
And she knows he
A day would come
Where love neednt be a necessity
Where man does not hold woman hostage
Wher he loves she
and she loves he
A condition of humanity
That is not dictated by virtue of gender
As her life crumbles to dust
From her pain, Hope is birthed
She is Woman
She knows it so
Death takes her by the hand
While life whispers "All is well"
She knows it in her Soul...
Thursday, August 2, 2012
without a title!
Saturday, May 5, 2012
in the process of becoming!
I want to find myself in the world
This was my resolution,I thought my life changing epiphany had finally come to me. I was ecstatic. This meant that I'd start a new journey, a journey of discovery, sewing together the pieces of my life that would finally make me whole! I'd know of why I was born,my purpose,I'd find that one place in the world that was designated for me,and me alone. It really seemed easy, like nature or God or what ever controlled my fate would shower me with the knowlegde I needed in order to carry out my purpose in the world.For weeks on end I wondered how my journey would start, I was waiting for a sign, wondering how it would present itself to me, and how I would react. I rehearsed my reaction,I'd be in complete awe. I couldn't wait, but then again I did wait. I waited and waited and waited, until I realised my mind was playing tricks on me,Finding my place in the world was just wishful thinking.
How could I find my place in the world when I had not even found my place in myself. How could I expect stability and comfort and utmost understanding of the world when it seemed the anatomy of my existance was a parody in itself, of itself!How could I achieve what I had dutifully indoctrinated myself into believing I could achieve when my emotions oscillated from complete euphoria to utter grief and melancholy in a matter of seconds!
It dawned in me that finding my place in the world was important,yes, but would amount to mere nothing if I didn't find my place in myself first! Needless to say this is my process of becoming, becoming the person I should be in myself. And such can be achieved in solitude, but with the influences of the outside world, without letting these influences dictate to me what I should be,and how I should be.
So maybe I rushed my epiphany, maybe it is only now that it has come to me. And I am content with my conclusion,see I would rather I stayed lost, than being found in a "short cut kind of way" that would end up being detrimental to me in the end! I'm waiting my turn,patiently so.maybe what would normally take a few days, or weeks will take me a year or two, so what,I cann see my destination, and will get to it,doesn't matter how long it takes! My small journey of becoming will one day metamorphosise into BEING! WATCH!!!