These works are translated by a creative, young girl whose growth was interrupted. The gravity of her pain is buried very deep. This page is an effort to rescue her expressing as God allows, her thoughts as they unfold. Now as she peers through the lens of a woman, she endeavors to free herself. As she taps into those hidden places, a true poet is sure to emerge. I hope as you read, you too will unearth some things inside yourself and with her, continue to grow.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
You Blew It
His INSPIRED words are like silk, but his heart is like a dagger.
Should have seen it coming, that obnoxious so-and-so!
Taking all the accolades openly and giving back sparingly, discreetly.
Feeling empowered by my praise you approach me.
Lacking understanding you start to provoke me.
Now you've lost an opportunity to really know me.
Foolish of me to think you were different
The manner in which you speak irreverent
But believe this, you won't find me wailing
Your arrogance and hypocrisy prevailing.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Bon Appétit
Would it be indulgent of me to have another taste
Un-ladylike for me to pursue it in haste
Or should I let it be
Will you think differently of me
To learn of my appetite
How eager I am to take a bite
If I promise no one will get hurt is it wrong
Upon craving these things to start humming a song
The fulfillment of my wish has come
Some enticing delights are just too sweet
Only a skillful chef can compete
Any volunteers to deliver some treats
I am very famished, it is quite a fright
While having this cupcake I will bid you good night!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Where Is the Love
If I were suicidal, now would be a good time to check out
Ever feel such intense loneliness amongst those who claim to love you?
Annoying still are the repetitious statements of love;
Especially those with no corresponding actions EVER
Should I take it at face value,
Expect it to show up without warning?
Would it be wise of me to rest my weight on something so hollow?
If I were inconsiderate, I would expose the foolish
Put to rest the constant murmurings of feigned love so unrewarding
So empty, so non-existent so obviously NOT love.
When sowing love unto such unfeeling creatures
Am I not casting my pearls before swine?
Will true love ever be mine?
Is my standard of love too high for some to comprehend? To match?
Silent reflection does not comfort me
Or else how could my heart be so full with love to offer?
If I were human perhaps I could feel it
I'd be able to embrace it in all of its splendor
Take refuge in the warmth of it.
But I am only an idea of love; an idea of love too potent to be sustained.
Labels:
crying out,
false friends,
interpersonal relationships,
love,
neighbors
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
What I Want
If I am not your woman
Don't overstep your bounds
If I let you in,
Recognize you have no entitlements where I am concerned
While we are getting to know each other
Be attentive, respectful, consistent
Honest, real, sincere, discreet
Funny, positive, romantic, and sweet
Generous, spontaneous, adventurous, kind
Have intelligence, charm and
I will make you all mine.
I promise you will have no regrets
Now I dare you to put me to the test.
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