🍱 Undistort the distortion
As I sat by the window,
Sipping a coffee I just bought,
I inhaled the aroma wafting through the cafe,
A few moments of calm, I sought.
Yet again, I heard the words,
“I can’t eat anymore! Not a single morsel.”
A plate casually dumped in the bin,
The food wastage here, was colossal.
“You shouldn’t be throwing it that way!”
I burst out, alarmed.
The little girl looked at me bemused,
“I’m full. What’s the harm?”
“The ambition of that cauliflower’s life,
was to be eaten by someone.
To provide nutrients to their body,
and nourish them in the long run.”
As I tried to explain to the child,
The enormous effort that goes into food production,
Some adults dumped their food in the bin,
while I groaned in exasperation.
All bark and no bite,
That was all the city folk did.
They’d be enraged when prices of cereals rose,
Throw food, and no one bats an eye lid.
I thought of how my father worked on the fields,
His back bent like a scythe.
His hands and feet calloused,
I had never seen him be blithe.
The city dwellers will never know,
The anguish of a farmer, increasing with each passing day.
When the effort they put in for months,
Is either parched or washed away.
If only the tears they cried, could end
the village’s streak of droughts.
Or their prayers to the Gods, could make
the flood water change its routes.
While the farmers struggled
To keep body and soul together,
The government announced some compensation
And pretended to solve the crisis altogether.
I did not expect the city folk to be so callous,
debating over fancy proposed solutions.
These would only palliate the situation at hand,
Not help us survive nature’s retribution.
Undistort the distortion! Think, for a minute.
Why are we blatantly disrespecting basic needs?
Food, clothing and shelter, we learnt, are the essentials.
Use them wisely. Pay heed.
I think of my father, the man
who went against the grain,
To ensure that I move to the city,
So that I escaped, what was his life’s bane.
It is time to stop the palaver now.
Food is indispensable, for each village and city alike.
The sense of entitlement we wear so lightly,
will leaves us in shambles, all alike.
I'm not yo’ word limit,
I'm not yo’ choose one only.
Even if the answers don't apply.
Non-applicable don't apply to you.
You don't exist.
We need consensus funding.
I'm not yo’ money maker,
I'm not yo' tail shaking feather,
Empty gold getter,
Cuz I get the bed wetter,
No substance, just feeds.
I'm not the Virgin Mary,
I'm not yo’ childhood fantasy,
Repressed on yo knees,
Tryna control my seed,
Cuz you weak can't last mo' than 3.
I'm not your honey... baby.
I'm not yo’ make 1 while you make 3
While your name's sets the deed
I laugh…sip tea.
I'm not yo’ property,
I'm not yo’ contract wearing,
Crafted by lawyers,
My spirit trumps yo' paper.
Yo' actions seen—trick—null and void. —
I am a philosophy.
My ancestors guide the season.
Inhale, exhale—with reason,
No forfeit or treason.
I am the first sunrise in May.
I am a gatekeeper,
My actions erupt waves
Figure eight conviction sways
Truth in motion never fades
I am the guiding star at night.
I am a testimony
Prophets dreamt my name
Hieroglyphics bless the space
What they saw as failure
Was the next Phoenix rising
I am freedom singing
With each breath, I fight
My power makes you hide
My destiny becomes yo’ demise.
I am the Rose That Grew Outta Concrete.
I break layer upon layer
To face pain to seek truth
Tearing walls of hate to build bridges of love
Disrupting paths constructed for our downfall
My life carries the hope of our children
I am me
I am you
I am a Queen rising.
I am the Phoenix resurrected.
I am the Fire Next Time.
Femininity = the gift to spark & carry life, to give birth to life, to nurture & heal life. No wonder they fear our power. Hold onto your core, Queens—you were created to distrust paths that blaze trails. A poem for every Queen Rising 🔥🌊🌱
Alright so they say that long poems on instagram won't gain lots of likes and reads because people like to read simple two to three lines written on aesthetic backgrounds then keep scrolling. I get it but I see something isn't right about that, I believe that some people here are interested in poetry as poetry not just instapoems that express our feelings in two lines and without rhymes. I think we all here write fast poems - maybe a bunch of meaningful sayings - from our daily experiences not because we are inspired everyday but because WE HAVE TO POST DAILY TO GAIN LIKES, VIEWS AND FOLLOWERS and this is kinda frustrating which may lead some of us to write some bunch of words and call it poetry while it's not. I found some talented people here but they take the easiest way to be famous poets which write interesting lines that aren't actually poetry. I started to take poetry class and found out how much this is IMPORTANT TO take for who wants to or writes poetry. A poet can't be poet if he/she never read poetry and i don't mean Milk and Honey or the ones on instagram, I mean the old difficult ones that we used to hate in school. Christopher Marlow, Shakespeare and William wordsworth are great start. I will keep on writing long poems OR ANY TYPE OF POEMS whenever I feel like to or inspired, I won't pressure myself for gaining more followers or likes because these won't make me like Shakespeare or Salvia Plath but just a machine with a fake success. I know having many followers and likes here would make it very easy for you to get published or gain fanbase/ readers to buy your book when you self publish it..buttt no matter how many you have, anybody can cook, anyone can write but who is an expert or at least knows what he's doing is the one who's truly successful.🌴🍀
Navigating PTSD triggers, it’s literally exhausting and unpredictable and it feels like lifelong work. I felt this strongly yesterday. I honestly had moments I wanted to die. My body, my surroundings, my world was not safe, my mind was attacking itself. Those days really scare me. The fact there’s probably countless to come, defeats me a bit. Because I’m already so tired, and there’s no time to refuel before I need to hold myself through it all again.
i was hesitating on "should i add the last two lines to the poem?" and i ended up adding it bc i thought it would look better. tbh i just wrote this one, and I don't really like it (i have a lot of poems i wrote but i don't really like all of them). anyway, have a good monday! 💫🌿
—p.s happy birthday to bts' jhope! i love you so much!
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KEEP IT TIGHT.
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