She rolled out of bed, warm
Dragged her to the kitchen, shaking
Pushed her to the walls, angry
She begged for release, screaming
She could not let go
But she pushed and pushed
He let go
Category: Deep poetry
The cracks on my feet
Rumble like drums near a fire
They twist and dance
To a music so foreign
It hurts
The cracks are slow
Somewhat bitter
Sweet to the other turn
It hurts
My feet step as though burnt
By a fire so foreign
Turn me the other way my love
It hurts
Cornrows
Do not let my cornrows fool you
They sit tight
But they loosen sometimes
This little hairs peek
It’s growth
Slow but incremental
Do not let my cornrows fool you
They shrink when cold
But elongate when stretched
This little ends
They curl sometimes
Their beauty only visible to a careful eye
I just wanted to fit in
Sometimes I imagine joining the faction
Oh shit I like you
But you ignore me
But
I don’t like pretence
So i will just remain silent
Stay small for your liking
Mess
Knocked in
Knocked out
My head
A valley of trouble
Misfortune A day
Breathed in
Still not empty
Someone said focus
I heard refocus
Breathed in
Got lost again
Someone help
Am a mess
Misunderstood
Sometimes I feel like I found it
But then I start feeling lost again
And I want to run
Just to breath
Something
Anything
To feel welcome
Accepted
But I guess I have to keep looking
Until I find it
Because for now
I feel Misunderstood
Beauty Of The Mind
I feel like am preparing for battle
Soon
But
My armour is not strong enough
For this i will lose
Sometimes
My mind tells me different
That I can come up from within
I shall concur it all
Maybe focus on the now
Strengthen this part of my spirit
And
Perhaps a win against my greatest foe?
Fall for You
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I dont know if its the mirrors in my house
They lie
That am this African goddess
Every part of me oozes
Sometimes i like believing this little lies
That i can be black and beautiful
Even when am pushing down
To get them abs
Or dancing to Davido
Or sometimes when am oiling my braids
I think i love the lies
At least they seem real in my eyes
And I like the mirror’s perception too
A little back
The struggle was real
To accept that i was beautiful
In the midst of this faces
with silky hair, lean
I have come to love my curves
The big shape that shapes my forehead
I just dont want to turn heads anymore
For somewhere deep
I know i can turn my own head
And i love every dark part of me
Grey Colors
I could see the streets through you
The grey colors staring
The laugh of the wind
The funny characters in your head
and the majestic glory of the sun
You are love
Life
You are the present
TATATA
Sometimes I cried in my sleep
Sometimes I cried loudly and everyone could hear
But they were too far to help
To understand
Perhaps it all came down to me
My mind
The root to all my Unhappiness
I desperately wanted to blossom like this flower am holding
Part of me so dying
I could say I felt so good
I could say death was my awakening
To realize that my mind is a fiction of what could be, what was and what might not be
Glimpses of light
I heard welcome home and I rushed
The beauty of light
Divine
The embrace was magical
Like a new born baby or a lover with his soul
Divine
I can only hear one sound now
Tatata (The suchness of life)
Beauty
“…..Ultimately, proof lies not in intellectual arguments, but in being touched in some way by the sacred within and without.” -Eckhart Tolle
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