Today I woke up with my heart heavy,
with my chest tight,
and my eyes dry
Today I woke up and wanted to lie back down,
where I disappeared for hours at end,
and not deal with the world
Today I woke up and found out once again that I stick out like a sore thumb in this world;
not quite at each end of the spectrum of fun,
and thus right smack in the middle of lame
Today I woke up and hated how I spent other days when I could breathe in fresh air;
kept myself hidden in a box,
instead of floating on the clouds
Today I woke up and thought about self-worth and self-love,
and wondered if they were the same,
if they were reminders that you have no guide but yourself to help you see when the world turns dark
Unexpected, there you were
like a scene from a movie
Novelty you walked like,
straight into my heart
I wasn’t sure whether to smile or speak,
so I just stared,
I must have been starstruck
Calm like the ocean waves your demeanour
yet you lit a flame across my chest,
it sparked to the tip of my fingers
Out of a dream you seem,
rare but possible,
difficult but simple
Right deep in my being you have marked yourself,
even though your name is a distant star
Now I wonder what story-tale I would be living if I had opened my mouth,
or moved my legs,
and not let a miracle pass me by
I blame you the most.
You let him walk all over you,
And keep quiet about it
That the words that should be said,
That I want to say,
Have slashed themselves on my back
Like a heavy belt on bare skin.
I am so angry
That my screams are so quiet
No one can hear them.
I carry so much guilt
The chains on my legs have
Become much more heavy
And my footsteps less alive.
I blame you the most.
*I am really sorry it has been so long. *
cries were heard,
blood wasn’t shed,
and sweat was cleared.
air was fresh,
lands were vast,
and smiles weren’t green.
betrayal wasn’t norm,
windows weren’t fragile
and happiness was free.
Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! 🙂
I am not your stressball.
I am not your punching bag.
If I had arrows of fire,
I would bullseye them into your heart
Then you’ll understand the power of words.
There’ve been many before myself.
Brave women who decided they would not allow themselves
To be pushed around.
However, it is me
They call me a heroine.
A term I do not deserve more the others.
‘That’s the lady who dared’
I hear my name in whispers around corners,
As people squeeze themselves in small cars,
And take long walks to workplaces and schools.
I have never felt more overwhelmed.
To see a community stand tall, strong and proud as one
regardless of colour?
There should not be glory in standing up for oneself.
However, if it is what shall move the nation,
I shall gladly allow it.
For the right to speak one’s mind, should be a right for all.
The fire has been lit and it shall keep burning.
We shan’t stop
Until we can all walk hand in hand, as one
And sit side by side, as one.
In remembrance of the Montgomery Bus Boycott that began on 1st December 1955 (-1956) after the arrest of Rosa Parks that very day.