Tough Love

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She stared at him,

He looked strong and admirable

His eyes glowed as he made the presentation

Even more when they met hers

How could they make the same organization?

She asked, more to herself.

She was deeply in love with him, silent love

Or at least she thought she was

She was the boss! How could she make the rules?

He was her best company, her soft spot!

And he seemed to like it

Conflict of interest popped up on her,

So she became tough

Broke his heart, esteem, and persona

He hated her!

She tried amends, but it was late

For them both!

 


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Where Babies Come From

 

She came from the heavens,

Never born of the womb of her mama,

Dropped by a plane to her parents,

To live, make a career and a life,

She did!

Grew! Made love, and waited,

For a baby to be dropped at her doorstep

She rehearsed, practiced parenting

Preparations!

Until a baby grew in her,

And she… a co-creator!


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Unsaid Words

I like to listen, pay attention,

That’s what I do, when I’m with you

And when am not.

To you!

I like it when you talk for hours

Not coz I don’t have an opinion of my own,

But because I think you’re funny

And amazing

And incredible!

I like it when you’re silent too,

That stare, the silent pleas

I hear them all.

Although I’d like it if you shared,

And not keep it in,

Like a man.

I understand you better than anyone

You know I do.

Some people judge,

I never could

Listen… Let me listen to you

That’s what I do best

.

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The Girl in the Mirror

Gallant eyes, Bold, they say

Made up of love and life

And they shine like little emeralds

Covered in the safety of her long eye brows

Then there’s her hair, long, hard,

Braided and held atop of her head

Just like a little African queen

They call it mosodo, nature calls it beauty

And she calls it defense,

Double, double toil and trouble

The root of her strength,

Then that indomitable femininity,

But it suits her well

And she dances to its rhythm

And to the voices in her head

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to be continued…


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The poet you never was

 

Remember the person you were back then
Remember those long nights you spent trying to make a sentence constructive,
The careful choice of words trying to make your poems rhyme,
That book you filled with nature stories and hoped someone will read,
Those cartoons you drew as images that reflected who you really are,
That night you covered yourself in paint hoping there was some artistic nature in you,
Those days you walked in the rain hoping you’ll grasp a few ideas,
That dictionary you read over and over again to improve your vocabulary and grammar,
The careless statements you made to see what impact they had,
That puppy you always talked to and they all thought you was crazy,
Those tears you shed when your little ‘kitty’ went missing,

The sleepless nights…

The reflection of who you shoulder been

The Loss of A Loved One

 

Two pm

I awake, startled by the light of the lights

Dave, standing there beside me

“Wake up; He’s serious;

Close the door behind us”

You can’t leave me here, clueless!

One look at mama and I knew he’s gone.

Or on his way

“We shall let u know”

And they, through the door

Myself, confused,

Gathering all sorts of roses,

Prayers, pleas, tears!

 

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