Fairest of em all

I’m a queen of my own making

My sweat adorns me with gold

My feet carry me to my throne

And my lowered eyes make me high
security is my sword

upright shoulders and a solemn tongue

I have honor shadowing my path
Virtue has draped me in a cape

And my heart has become my veil

My secrets are my strength, of which is no one’s avail.
I’ve no ditches dug for blackmail or treachery

I don’t need a fort to keep me snug

My honor is the sun and cool air beeming around me and creating happy shadows, 

I have nothing to hide
I can’t be fought over a drought dried of delight and rain

I’ve distanced myself from your woeful gain
There is no usury without the ingredient of misery

and I have none, thus I’m unbeatable

And my journey has just begun
My head is bare of a crown, my keen scrutiny is enough for a noticable light of status.

I don’t look into murky water, it’s a waste of divine time

I’m a queen of my own making, and my successor is my good deeds

Thus creating Never ending waves as my army
My name may be one day forgotten

But my work will be everlasting

And that makes me

The fairest of em all

#sjw

#female

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Silence and tears

Sometimes you have to cry over the little things that otherwise an “adult” with thick skin might suck in and deal with.

To cry over the lack of understanding on regardless of whether it’s on your part or theirs.  because regardless, there’s a misunderstanding, and regardless, there’s a ripple ,creating movement in still water.

There isn’t much you can do when it comes to the tongue exercising its malice and expressing its inner pain, all expelled onto you.

You just suck it in.  let your heart succumb to the venom.  and let it cycle through your body into tears.  tears to purify you of your pain, tears to create a quiet stream to carry you to a refuge of silence

Silence and tears, they’re such a perfect duo.

Nationalist 

I’m a nationalist to humanity

There is no dirt that belongs to me

Where I belong is where hearts find safety

I don’t look at color or the wealthy

My language is of Love

And my skin simply reflects the sun

My flag is black with brilliance, absorbing all the colors in the sun.

My culture is that of freedom and honor

And pizza and chocolate 

And cheese

And lastly, my religion, my belief, is my life and etiquette. 

Money and Status

 

don’t dig through others’ pockets
for gold that’s already been sold
reset your clocks to when you were only sowing
the seeds before you began plowing and reaping
your ego and reeking of prestige that only the blind
with heavy pockets are obsessed to see

bring back your memory of blood sweat and tears
oh the happy years of living without the fears of degradation
you left it all to the One in control
that was your only reparation
because you knew your sole purpose was for your soul,
not to please others and become the one who oppresses
and controls
and sees through numbers

 

 

Alone. -winning submission in contest

I felt like sweet water in the dead sea. Never able to mix in, but water all the same.

Maybe it was really me. who was the problem in my dreams

maybe it was me who crushed all my fantasies.

I couldn’t really ever tell why I never got along.

besides the fact that friendship relied on currencies.

I didn’t put a price on friendship.

But that didn’t mean I was free.


in the end, I’m happy to be me.

patiently waiting
for the right company.

patiently waiting,

alone.

I submitted this in a competition  @graciechicksblog and I’m humbled to know that it won first place 🙂  Definitely check out her blog, there’s a lot of wonderful stuff to read.  She event started a brilliant campaign on “Tackling Racism with Haikus“.  I actually wrote one not too long ago!

I hope everyone who has felt alone finds their sweet cool pool of company to resolve in.   It’s not easy being different as a child, and being an adult doesn’t somehow magically change things either. That pain of being alone is still the same.

You start to doubt yourself.

but don’t worry, as long as you keep your doors open, with time you’ll find the right ppl come your way and you won’t have to chase after them either.

all the best ❤

 

avoiding jealous ppl

Note.

I don’t shy away from trouble, but I shy away from jealous hearts.

With trouble, there’s always an opposite side of the coin, but with jealousy, nobody can show them through except themselves.  and I’d rather not rely on ppl to overcome their jealousy.  I’d rather be safe from them.

In trouble, there’s a chance of 70 excuses, forgiveness, or moving on.  whatever happens, you have freedom of choice.

In the heat of jealousy, there’s no protective shade to shelter you from the burning rays.