What’s beneath the icing that melts?
What’s beneath the house that crumbles?
Like fuel to the car,
Like wings on an angel
Indeed, it’s the bewitching configures of a female being,
blessed is her anchorage
Who’s hidden thoughts do you seek to descry?
There’s a genie in the bottle
There’s a woman ‘tween the shadows of her peers
forced into being of something she isn’t,
To dine with the devil
Devine wine please speak up
Revive or perish,
Lambaste in thorns
She’s loosing herself in his horns
Urges to be free but never makes it to an open gate
She tries to be like the rest but dogfights alienation vis a vis mates
She grasps that the world is flat and she a rolling stone.
We run on natures clock. First the weather now the leaves, change is kicking in.
Standing I watch, reminiscing, wishing, procrastinating, missing.
It’s only matter of time and also I’ll be defeated by change.
What If We Fixed Each Other’s Crowns?
Please Teach Me, Not To Survive But To Thrive
Remind Me I’m Deserving Of The World When I Rant In Doubt.
Catch My Halo In Jeopardy
There’s No Need To Lick My Wounds If I Bleed.
Teach Me To Love The Taste Of Mine
Like Honey It Will Sweeting My Taste Buds
Continue reading “Teach Me”
I See you are generous to many
Just not to one
Its trending notoriously, how you hit the weak harder and the strong lesser.
I accept you are some type of common good I struggle to obtain
The price is high after tasting freedom
Female empowerment comes with an opportunity cost, the world is yet to encounter
And so the blame is not on you Love
The more I feel empowered
the longer is my list
I won’t bother chasing you
Instead I’ll sit right here
I’ll wait for you to choose me
I’ll watch how you stumble and fall
I’ll turn the tables around
You’d think I’m bitter by now
But I’m soft and sweet and unique
Catch me if you can..
Days after the setbacks, the Bruise’s, the thickness in the airs
Positivity becomes a choice
Life is a choice.
And If you’ve ever had to
Set foot outside your comfort zone
Then you know this;
Egg shells don’t break your bones
You will carry your skin like elaborated embroidery.
Soul congealed, indurated, woke
And apted you rise
I rest my case