what is love?the media has made it look like all roses and kissesjust Instagram pics and Snapchatdate nights,sex, long text messages and then some more sex.but,what is love?what is true love.I'd like to call love a composition of all things pure and light.peaceful, serene,hope,faith, beauty, honesty.it's what that makes imperfections perfections.it's a being when adopted could change the universe.it's the one thing, it's the only thing that can make this world better.it's a connection between souls,deeper than realms,societal norms,breaks old forms of addiction and forms new ways of living.it changes you inside out.it leaves a sparkle in your eyesa smile on your lips andcompassion in your heartslove is magicit magically makes you a better person.love.©__nnmaa
walking down the aisle with my father in my right hand, giving me away to what I thought was a "happily ever after" with smiles all over and bells ringing I thought 'yeah, he's one' not until he had me 3-feet across the room gasping for breath like I owed oxygen debt,made me cling to his wrists like he had my life in his hands, and truth be told,he did.the very atom of my soul was at the grip of his palms and the insolent words that brushed from his lips.and,at a tight squeeze, he might pull me out of life.Dinma
Sitting in this dark and lonely placeI ask myselfIs it meant to be.I mean they say what will be Will beBut sometimes you can't just help but askOr wonder.I wonder where he isWhat he's doingWho he's withWhether he felt anything at allDid I mean as much to him like he saidOr did he just want my bodyI wonderDoes he still smileWonder if he'll still smile for meWonder if he'll caress me with his lips like the last timeWonder if he'll break those walls I built back upI wonder if it's meant to be.We're two different beingsI'm water He's airHe's free Free spirited he isI'm waterI flow..I change colours according to the conditionI'm transitionalBut with him,It's hurricaneIt's a thousands volcanoes eruptingDid he like me like he said he didI wonder if it was all true.But I guess it's over.I'll never see him againHe won't see me againNot that he cares.A heavy breath I sighSo is this love I feel?I need to rip it out.It hurtsYeah.. It's the endOf a love story that never started Life goes onNow, to the next chapter.©__nnmaa
I was told as a child to dress right and speak well"Close your legs when sitting" and"Bend down and sweep properly"Of course, these are the right things to do.When it became frustrating and utterly annoying was when I told to do it not for myself and my well-being but for a man.They say "pound well, is that how you will do it in your husband's house""This food lacks salt, what will you do when you get married""Why would you speak that way! Men don't like women that speak such""Don't get a master degree yet, get married first""I know you want to travel the world but do it with your husband" So, I was trained with the mentality of a man being my goal.I should keep in mind always the needs of man.And marriage is the highest form of achievement I could attain as a woman. They told me informally "live your life for a man"So, I had just one thing do to as a woman Use my middle finger.Chidinmaadelle
Ink on paper,Black on whiteJust like the blue leaves a beautiful hue on the skyI tell my story.
Sometimes I wish I could see myself through God's eyes. See what he placed in me. See the beautiful elements he created in me. See the inner most depths of myself that bring so much strength.Places deep within my soul that I haven't even tapped.Depths that bring joy,peace and happiness.I wish to see myself through God's eyesI guess only then will gain the serenity I need to overcome this time I'm in.I wish....
Word Prompt: Write a 8 word short write-up on Isolation
Put out in my little place of loneliness
Broken down like pieces of shattered glassMade to conform to rules and regulations that keep me boundTossed around like useless piece of cloth or should I say ragGiven wounds that led to scarsSegregated to rights to lifeTaken away from me fundamentals to lifeTurned to a dog, they only give scrapsThrown to the wastelands andSpat on like dirtBeing made into shape shifterOr baby making machinesWritten out of historyDenied rights to the freedom of my own bodyMade to feel like I'm less of the person I was born to beCos of my vagina But still I rise.I rise through the aches and heartbreaksThrough the pain and the oddsThrough it allJust like the PhoenixI rise!
Hi,I'm the voice in your head.You know,The little whisper in your earLoud enough, you can hear and silent so no one hears.Your only friend and the one who will ever 'know' or 'understand'The one you have conversations with.The one who reminds of you those dark memories that hide in your mind.Yes. you know.Hello,I'm your shadow.I creep around you in the day and at night,I totally consume you with my every being. I colour your mind with psychological paints of dryness and sadness. I fill you with my words of famine and emptiness.I pin you in that little dark hole. A wilderness.One where you wallow in confusion and apathy. Apathy for life and all within it.I constrict your mind to thoughts of death To drive this feeling, feeling of sadness inside. "Death is so much easier" I say "It'd be a better place without you" I whisper"What good is your life".Yes, I'm that voice,That shadow, That feeling you just can't describe That thing eating you up inside.I reside in the deepest darkest place, one you only know.And,I go by a name; Depression.©__nnmaa
When a boy tells you he loves you, It'd be the first time you hear this. You'll smile like a baby that had just been given a candyButterflies will erupt in your stomach dancing to the beat of his every wordsYour heart will beat like that of the sound of an African woman pounding yamYou will dream day and night of his words, hugs and kisses awaiting till your next meet.You'll do all these because his words were not handed to you like crushed berries in the palm of his hands or like the blunt bitter truth our black mothers dish to us in savagery.And when the boy tells you he loves you not long after he had you waiting 2 hours in front of a cocktail lounge or, you see him in a bar with another girl reciting the same "I love you" to her.Then, you'd know,When the boy tells you "I love you"It's a mere statement emerging not from his heart but of his holiest of holies waiting to be comforted. It is a sentence brought about by the raging sound of the brain down there; a mere konji.So, when a boy tells you he loves you,Do not crack your face into the fullest crescent moon at the tapered bottom of a blackened sky, He's just a boy, Remember.©__nnmaa