Suede and Sunshade

  • Queen of The Seas

    I wrote this poem at the beginning of my Bible journey, or my journey period. Honestly, you can’t look at the natural world and tell me there is no God behind the makings of everything this planet has to offer. When I wrote this, I was thinking of the leopard-print stingrays (called Leopard Whiprays) I saw at the aquarium with my friends. These creatures captivated me like a little girl, the same way leopard slugs did years ago when I saw them on my garage wall late at night. The sheer fact that this pattern is rendered across three distinct species says a lot about who we all are as beings. I also used this quote on my bedroom wall for inspiration:

    Before God made you, He knew you…there is no one else like you! (Psalms 139)

    Queen of the Seas

    “And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.”

    -Genesis 1:20 KJV


    In my past life , I was the Manta

    With Diamond black form

    And Pearly white tips

    Like the Albatross , King of the Sky

    I was Queen of the Sea



    And I…Wanted to fly !

    Lord please…let me fly !



    The Ocean vast, but yet a drop

    To me

    For my fins spanned across time

    Like the Albatross , King of the Sky

    I was Queen of the Sea



    And I…Wanted to fly !

    Lord please…let me fly !



    The Albatross flies so unkempt and footloose

    Unhinged from boundaries, liberated and exempt

    I see him through the glass below

    Like the Albatross , King of the Sky

    I was Queen of the Sea



    And I…Wanted to fly !

    Lord please…here my cry !



    So , the Lord heard my Cry

    And said…



    My beautiful creation , If wanted you to fly…

    I would of fitted you the with the wings of my Angels

    I would of gave you beak as solid and shiny as a golden Shofar

    I would fixed you with the Call as loud as a thousand silver Bangles

    I would have garnered you with the eyes engraved with the Stars



    The Sky and the Sea are different but yet same

    To fly is to swim

    As wings are to fins

    As beaks are to mouths

    As sound is to silence

    As brightness is to darkness



    Do you not think the Albatross cries like You ?



    To have the fins made of the finest Ivory

    To have a mouth as wide , the seas refinery

    To have the voice of silence , but yet tells all

    To have eyes that see through the darkness, to find the Light of God



    I made you for a purpose

    And that purpose is Good…



    And so he departed

    And my Heart swelled with Joy

    For I was made with Love , like all the other creatures !

    Like the Albatross , King of the Sky

    I was Queen of the Sea



    And I…Wanted to swim !

    For that is the will of Him !

    Written on June 19th, 2023

    -Sunshine

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  • R is Short for Rumination

    I recently performed this poem at an open mic night. I honestly didn’t have an inkling of what I was going to perform until I saw the crowd, comprised mostly of teens. My inspiration for this poem comes from a Junji Ito story about a young boy whose pain became one with the house he lived in. I believe it was a part of his story collection ‘Lovesickness.’ More significantly, my own dealings with rumination, being a hopeless neurotic and all. Usually, I do not post on Wednesdays, but why not break rules, even if they are your own?

    Rumination

    Rumination involves repetitive thinking or dwelling on negative feelings and distress and their causes and consequences. Girls are more likely to ruminate than boys.

    My room is an open source
    To try and heal open sores
    Licked on by dirty dogs
    Boils like on frogs
    To clean battle scars 
    With tears in jars

    I feel the safest in this place
    I can hide the fear on my face
    I do not have a diary
    But I know my thoughts stay beside me

    This is my therapy
    For clarity, most of the time this is a rarity
    Wishful thinking, how dare of me!

    I sing wayward songs of female woes
    Of my soul being exposed
    Of snakes in the shadows
    Of a heart and mind that come to blows

    My room, where I practice rumination
    Is a reflection, on my frustrations

    Written on October 15th, 2023. Two days before my birthday.

    -Sunshine

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1 Corinthians 11:12

12 For although the first woman came from man, every other man was born from a woman, and everything comes from God.

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