Too Soon.

Four days, till the lil' one's anniversary
No one ever got to know her
No one ever got to know how she looked
How she spoke
How she'd impact all of us

Her mother wishes she never listened to her family
Her mother always winces at the mention of a hospital
She winces whenever there is an advert on this issue
She went ahead and got rid of all that reminded her, of this issue
Needles, spirit, basins, scissors...her house has none of these

She would have been turning 5 this year
She would have already gotten into kindergarten, pre-school and all that
Maybe she would have been the ray of hope her mother always seems to search
She would have been her mother's healing gush of wind whenever she smiled

There's so much to talk about
But my question is, how do you get to help a grieving mother
Mothers pass away, fathers too, even siblings
and it hurts as hell...
But there is something that happens when a mother looses her child
To a miscarriage or even to a procured abortion behind misinformation

As a friend, how do you comfort this mother
How do you make her understand that God is love
What do you even say to her
No words suffice, all you can do is be there
Even while being there tears you apart 'coz it seems so little.

Well, you would be surprised how many women go through this everyday
This pain
They mask it all behind their smiles, partying, drugs, drinking and busy schedules
If you do not have a keen eye
You would never notice.

Next time you see a woman, take time to just listen to her
You never know, you may be a well sought after shoulder to lean on.

What's A Girl To Do?

He is
My rock
Never tires
To want me to smile
Even when I do not want to

He honestly wants the best for me
And he loves the hell out of me
Literally

Even when I do not believe in myself,
He believes in me
He could bet his last dime on me
Even if the odds are otherwise

What do you do to such a person?
How do you repay him
How much is an 'enough'

Words don't count
Actions seem cliche
The pair of them don't do him (or me) any justice
What's a girl to do?

Dilemma.

A year I have known you...
Finally I admit how I feel...
We start something nice...

A month down the line we become friends
The next thing I heard was
"Anonymous Angel, I wanna know you more than just a friend"
...then i think to myself, "Cute eyes", but they lie...

Cute eyes,
Awesome body structure,
Nice bumm,
I wanna know more about you
The way we stare deep into each other's eyes,
The way we steal glances,
What's not to like?

Kills me that there ain't no hope for us tomorrow
But I think I feel for you, strongly
But it ain't right,
I'm just a side dish.

I would have loved to know you better
I almost let my guard down for you
We can can never have a straight conversation
A relationship is a two way traffic

The game continues many months down the line
I did my part to even know you
But you still are playing the game
How long should we keep playing though?

I was unable to end this but the concept is;
These are three men
One is married and I love him
The second is single and wants me but I'm giving him the chance and he keeps hurting me
The third is a cute guy from head to toe, all we do is keep looking at each other and say nothing-
-scared of even saying hi, and he be
The person I wanna be with.

Anonymous Angel.

Protection.

The pain is getting too much,
Too much that it feels so good inside,
the wall I built was to protect me.

I met you, you doubted my pain
I can't demolish the wall just yet
Yes you've never hurt me, we just met
And yes I'm not right for not letting you in
But who said I should let you in anyways
I'm just looking out for me.

Days go by; you visit, I smile
But is it really enough for me to let my guard down just coz...?
Sorry I'm not pushing you away for the mistake made by others
I'm just protecting myself.

Tommorow comes, you pinch my heart
I can't even stand you name today
What was it you said again?
"stop punishing me for the mistakes made by others"
So was this "others", or entirely you?

It tarts all over again
I love my pain
The wall I keep building, I build to protect me.

Anonymous Angel.

Leg, Skin and Kneed.

I saw her saunter through

A crowd expectant and a cloud alike

The showers sought to rain on her

From the praise to the March of rains

Just imagine a drop falling from the sky

Missed the pretty face, contoured shape

And landed on her neck's nape

Dripped down to her back - no ache

Almost as if a massage had come her way

Slipped between the twins her bra draped

And just tickled her tummy, oops that made her shake

Her navel contained it but stopped not its descent.

But not just a drop, a drizzle or a patter

It's turning into a party, a water dripping bonanza

Her hair she sheltered before it blew her cover

Her face she shielded; she could pose for various covers

Her fingers droplets shape

Her brolly aware of what's at stake

Deflecting the relentless, ever wanting wets

So just imagine when one evaded all those shields

A drop of water happened to find her knee

Chocolate glazed and glowing in the dark

Talk of a black beauty, Karma can't handle that

Inches it takes her to notice this

That the droplet of water sealed in a little kiss.

~By Number 1. 

Leg, Skin, Knee.

So today,
I exposed some leg.
People’s eyes beg.
Faces sweat.
Men with tongues out.
Women with envy in their eyes.
Just coz of this leg.
My leg.
Ebony.
Thick.
Attached to thighs that don’t quit.

 
Today, 

I exposed some skin
In, it has been,
For a while, like gin in an inn
And like the under of a fish’s fin.
Chocolate, they call its color,
I’m not one to know,
Never been good with colors
But ‘it’ gets humans crazy
Some just want to get close, smell it-me
And when they do, they want to be conjoined twins,
Others, just want to be involved in mortal sin,
Deadly sin-the kind that consumes.
The modest ones start talking of me being their next of kin
They say I have light within
A light they have been searching
But I leave, strut away, to the sound of a sad violin
And they are left pale, like a flour bin.

So, today,
I exposed my knees
Funny how, they are a key
To so many things
I left the house, and I was on a compliment-ee
spree
I just wanted to see
To what degree, all the hes’
And shes’ surprisingly
Would take a moment to look at the vitamin D
hitting the chocolate ebony lotioned soft knees
So some started shouting things
calling me the Mediterranean sea-vast
The Africanized honey bee-royal
European olive tree-valued
This time I din’t get mad, I took it all in
To a tolerate-able degree.