Nothing left to say-

Nothing left to say-

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It was right after the first prayer,
Of the day-
The one called subh;
There you lay on the couch,
Trembling;
The all famous, dreaded
Fetal position,
Mama’s just told you;
“Don’t be surprised
You shouldn’t be surprised “-
The voice in your head screams;
And you recall her saying-
“It’s over.”

And right about then,
The Water-pool flows down your cheeks
And you lay there on the couch,
Shivering.
“Dont cry honey”
“Everything’s going to be alright”-

She says;
And you wonder-
How she could be so calm,
When all around you,
The roof’s come crashing down.

Twelve years old and you lay there,
And you just lay there;
whisper a silent prayer
To The Lord you worship
To overturn the inevitable;
And her voice-
It comes back as an echo,
Again and again;
Resonating against brick walls-
The words she’d blurted-
“It’s over”
“We’re getting a divorce.”

There’s nothing left to say
And the water pool-
You let them flow down your cheeks…

day 20 of October Poetry Writing Month. Prompt: Love and the poetry type I used is: Slam poetry also known as spoken word poetry.   IMAGE CREDIT: 8Tracks.com
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And she stood-

And she stood-

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She fought with the masters,
And fought with the kings;
Fought with the lords and
Their pride- at their feet.

She stomped at the market,
And yelled at their heels;
She cried till the cock’s crowing-
Silenced her will.

She planted her feet In-
The soil of the land;
Pretended the taunts and
Their jeers didn’t impact.

She spoke for her daughter,
And fought for her right;
Dressed up like a woman-
She silenced the man,

She stood with dignity,
Addressing the mass;
A woman, a mother-
And she won her right.

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Of all the lights-

Of all the lights-

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All the light,
She may not see;
The cries at night,
From her baby’s lips;
Too weak to help-
She breaks within.

Six months of chemo,
To save her skin;
Her lymphos attacking-
The Rbcs’;
It’s you against you-
A battle steep.

Hope is as long as,
the heart- beats.
Survive for her daughter-
She strives to win;
Leukemia or not,
Fight it out- she will.
The end maybe near-
It’s not gotten yet-
The light at the end-
She’s determined, she’ll see.

I dedicate this to a warrior I know. I love you and you’ll get through this. This is just a journey, not the end. I also dedicate this to every single person who has battled or is battling. I leave you with this message- 

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M- Mama’s Poem

M- Mama’s Poem

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Gave me love, gave me light
Showed me to live, taught me how;
Made me cry, made me smile
Taught me to walk with my head-
Held high.

Told me earth, was my stage;
Impossibilities lurked not in my fate;
Chase your dreams with all your heart,
Stand tall and I’ll always be-
By your side.

If you fall, rise once more,
Live life humbly and without pride;
Don’t look back, my dear, it’s behind;
Those were the words of a-
Loving heart.

Love you showed me can’t be replaced;
Lived on your words every single day;
Thank you Mama for everything;
You truly are an angel, taught me-
To fly…

Hush Little Baby..,

Hush Little Baby..,

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Hush little baby,
I blow to the wind;
Please take my kisses,
To the little boy who weeps;
The one without a mother,
Who keep us up at night-
With cries wrenching my soulful heart,
That yearns for his embrace.

Hush little youngster,
I blow to the wind;
Please take this fragment piece of me,
And fill the void in the kid;
Incomplete but I’ll be alright,
As long as he can sleep;
And rest his gentle heart at ease,
And yearn not all night still.

Hush little darling,
I blow to the wind;
Mama is not here I know,
But I’m not far from reach;
I’ll keep on sending these kisses,
For as long as I have will;
Until I know you’re safe and sound,
The wind will be our bridge.

Hush Oh darling,
For your cries are tearing me…

Her Sanctuary

Her Sanctuary

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For a longtime she was scared of being alone. There was something about the silence that was paralyzing. The voices got stronger and the words, louder with the silence around. She fit herself into any group of people she could find just to avoid the silence or lack thereof that came with being alone. And that was one side of the coin.

On the other hand, a part of her was yearning to be secluded. It felt encroached in public despite the empty spaces between her and most people. It didn’t matter, even 10 feet away was too close. That part of her needed to be alone, away from multi-cellular organisms, and it did always win.

And there she would be, in a semi-sitting position, knees shaking, head throbbing; the voices gaining force. Having a meaningless conversation in her head of which all she could make out were mumbles. She was crazy, had to be. On the edge of her single bunker bed, hands in her hair trying to shut the voices, she claws deeper into her skull. It didn’t help, because just as the the whirlwind of emotion began, the waterworks began as well.

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A Mother’s Will

A Mother’s Will

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Your mama was a strong woman,
She held down every force-
Reckoned it back with words so strong,
That males fell down in awe.

Your mother was so spirited,
It showed in every way-
She’d strut and speak with such passion,
All the crowds turn gay.

And so little girl, it’s always been
Your mama against the world-
But she didn’t care, her head up high-
She thwarted every thorn.

And when asked ‘why do you do that?’
She’d answer back and smile-
So my daughter can proudly say-
“My mama is a strong woman”
“I want to be like her”

Mama’s words

Mama’s words

And she said to me-
Baby you are beautiful;
Go eat some cake,
You’ll be more beautiful;
Put on some weight,
And embrace this phase.
Ignore the world,
Cause skinny isn’t the way,
For you… anyway

Let the slim be slim
And you be you;
That’s all- you can do

Embrace it, live it
Oh my darling, love it
Life’s what you make it,
It begins with embracing-
You.
Every piece of you.