• A Woman, Unearthed From The Stone

    Hey Alexa, play I’ll Be Around, by the Spinners.


    Women are natural creators, and I’ve come to rationalize that the creative processes of women are very much in tune with the reproductive process that we possess. When a woman creates, it is a response to a cause. If pleased or pained, the response will radiate outwards back towards the world. It might sound strange that I, someone who is not a mother, and has a wavering desire to become one, associate art to motherhood. Simply, motherhood is not confined to a human baby. Creations, passions, endeavors and contributions all are a woman’s offspring; an extension of herself. Which, she loves with all of her soul.

    Over the past month, I have been taking poetry more seriously. Perhaps because National Poetry Month is coming, perhaps because I want to start submitting my poetry to contests, or perhaps, I owe it to my God and myself to do so. Yes, I like that one a lot. Here is my latest poem, Sticks and Stones:


    Sticks and Stones

    When you got your heartbroken the last time, you ran to me 

    With open arms, I caressed your soul 

    As a father should for his daughter when she scrapes her knee 

    But like all little girls, they only see the end of the road 

    Ignoring all of the thorns, sticks, and stones 

    That guy, while alive, is a mere illusion to the eyes 

    I can’t help but sigh when I see life pass you by 

    Again, I will be here when you once more cry

    Simply because, I love you for all time! 


    Sunshine

    Written on March 27th, 2024

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  • Everyday, There is a New Revelation


    I was today years old when I found out that The Book of Revelation is not called The Book of Revelations. Even though the entire book is made up of multiple revelations. Yet, seemingly all forms into a single revelation. Such an enigma.

    Poetry is an enigma in itself. A language only few, or even only one person can understand.


    Revelations of the Springtime

    I used to say in my bedroom at night
    That even the Revelation couldn’t keep me away from you
    Last night I had a revelation, that I must stay away from you
    Why the sudden change? Why the onset of pain?

    Simply, I am tired, simply tired
    It is March, simply March
    Time for a fresh start, a simple start

    April is coming, which means showers
    There is no sunshine without rain
    It will come just in time for the flowers
    The May flowers, a pilgrimage on the Mayflower


    Sunshine

    Written on March 25th, 2024

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