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The Women legacy August things
Why she doesn’t need make up to be noticed ?
She feels she need to be appreciated
The way she looks
Loved and cherished
With all and what she is
Not by her boobs , fat , chubby or thin
Or even if her back was flat as books
That’s no sin
I think that’s well elaborated
Women !
We come in different sizes
We have been differently shaped
We call all wear heels
Wear any type of dress
And still impress ,
Express
Our stretch marks
They make our sameness
Walk tall keep your head up White or black
We don’t lack of need Joe , John , Jack
To make us feel complete
We don’t have to compete
Each other
We are all women after all
Mother’s of all
We need to
Support each other when we fall
No amount of filter or alteration
Could alter who you are and your destination
Your soul is the only thing that define who you are
Not your poverty not your wealth
Be proud of it never let it wonder from a far
We are all symbols of art
We just have different significant
That plays a big role in the society
That what can tell apart , Us
Why make a big fuss
To be like the other
All we can do is make and inspire one another
Never let the other drop their tiara
We can multitask
Talking about being feminine and masculine
At the same time like Insulin
Controls the bitter and sweetening of the blood
That just a minor droplet to what we can contribute to the abject flood
Same flood we can turn back , back to mud
As we plough the land
Feed the children , the man
With no helping hand
Still we stand high
Rise women black or white
Let never let our legacy die
Never contemplate on how high we can fly !
Longing for the impossible
Longing for some sense of humanity or some some sort of understanding
This has influenced me to being infirmity this is very devastating
Is it because of my insecurity , somethings are very demoralizing
I just need a bit of sympathy , I don’t know how I’m feeling
I’m about to go lethargy , from all of this cheating
Just longing for some sort of happiness , or some sense of loving
This has influenced me to sadness , and hopeless building
This is very lethal it causing emptiness , in the heart
It like it being operated like a dealing , it breaking me apart
That everything has to have some sort unclear-ness
You have seen it killing , most silent murder it brings madness
A majority is chilling !
Death became her
When she lived of remorse
When she consolidated sadness and anger in between her daily sandwiches
When she lived of misery
When she made bad reminiscing consequently traumatic flash backs
When she lived of no purpose
When she became frivolous about her dreams , her future being
When she lived of insighting
When she experienced torture , brutal acts , insolent attitude
When she lived of societies instill-ment
When she became misguided consisted with conspiracies
When she lived of shame
That’s when she lost her appealing fluorescent
Then death became her !
Her insides only saw by the insights
She was a solemn
Her demeanor was rare
She was deftly
Her desire & integrity was conspicuous
She was a solitude in society
Her beauty wasn’t flamboyant
She was looked from the outside
Her definition of beauty was a souls edify
She was meticulous , with great morals
Her love was unconditional
But life and it’s people bought nothing but distortion !.
Poetry is my passion its my greatest gift
One minute from leaving school
Poetry seemed cool
I rebelled against my parents commands
Willfully
I commenced a numerous poems
With great zest
Magnitude every feeling
The zeal never terminated
Neurotic about me
Will I ever be someone ?
Not very long
Commissioned in theatres
Left and right
Till oppositioned , pauper !
Just over a loud cry
I would be able to fly
Expecting not to die
Oh my oh my
Just over a long scream
I would be able to make the world dim
Expecting to be redeemed
Oh him oh him
Just over a tight clamp
I would be able to make my own ramp
Expecting to be a champ
Oh lamp oh lamp
Just over an endless night
I would be able to find my true knight
Expecting him to be inches taller in height
Oh might oh might
Just over a deep talk
I would be able to find my means and walk
Expecting to be thriving with the flock
Oh lock oh lock
There is nothing more to mock !
The love of poetry
Hmmm Poetry …
I shall go on the whole day on about it
While people found understand what poetry is about
It don’t take an adult to enjoy or understand
The various terms sometimes they twisted and turned like perm
Poetry is written for an intention
Like for a man to impress Isabella
Or just writing something to Cinderella , it’s said in acapella
Where you hear the rhymes in the background a bit of hums
But always idiomatic with facial expression , that are dramatic
A statement might consist of many panorama/scene/view
Get you in discussion with your mind
The illustration is something you , yourself shall find
Differ from the other
Poetry’s beauty , never to be tedious but thrilling
Sometimes poetry can take you on a fantasy
A flashing second is a century
Metonymy is used , not only to trick your mind or have you on thoughts
But to test your mentality diverse of evasion
or inspire you from the battles that has been fought
Assonance which does the same
Until intelligence came
Mmm poetry I shall go on the whole day
But most do it for fame !
