WHEN A WOMAN FEELS

When a woman loves it intrigues,
Her siblings, friends, colleagues
Her gracious warmth and care stands in a league of its own
And the loyalty that’s shown may as well be carved in stone.
When she says she loves you
She defends your life, honor and anything in between
And after motherhood with those emotions heightened
She cares a little more
Sees you a little differently
Appreciates you a little past when she did before
A woman who loves is a companion worth living for.

When a woman feels
She skips, she glides, she twirls
And like by the wave of a magic wand
She's turned into a little girl.
Daydreaming of kisses and someday becoming his misses
This is just an abyss of bliss reality sometimes dismisses
But when she begins to love a man the fantasy vanishes
As she embodies all her desires, dreams and wishes.
She no longer just wants to be his wife,
She becomes the pillar of strength he needs in his life
And his strife for success becomes hers as well
For when a woman loves there’s no story of endurance her voice can't tell.
A woman in love bears passion so intense she beams
and sometimes it seems a bit extreme
but behind closed doors it's what makes her scream.
He's never heard so loudly his first, middle and last names
plus that of a few supreme beings
a woman's love is the most passionate of all things.

A woman's heart breaks along with her body and soul
Her head aches as her mind loses control
Pieces of her shattered self know not where to fall
she feels everything at once yet nothing at all.
Numb-founded at the pain, dumbfounded at the idea of trust again
but she hides it behind eyes clear and white
without a single trace of the past teary nights.
And when the hurt threatens to trickle down her eyes,
She shies away and cries them dry till they once again tell the “I’m fine” lie
A woman broken-hearted struggles to live after she has died.

So hold her gently
Love her sweetly
Kiss her warmly
Speak to her softly
She likes to look tough but inside she’s as fragile as a child
She sometimes seems hardened but beneath as easy as a smile
Show her there’s nothing to be scared of
For it’s a beautiful thing when a woman comes to love
Tales in a thousand tongues can’t tell it well enough.

Inspired by Efo Dela's ars poetica: When A Man Feels [ http://t.co/HgpwfAmO ]

PHASES

These days that add to me steal from me

I was a whole moon now crescent

A prominent face of innocence

Hassled by an ugly world left barely decent.

I must be a descendant of pain

The rain knows me by name

And told these dark clouds to hover over my head

Just to shower my shame.

And though my finger points at all but me

It is I who is to blame.

I am afraid.

Standing in the middle of myself scared to look around

Tip toeing around my conscience too scared to make a sound

A pound of my flesh for each tragedy told

Another pound still for the hurt

Now ain’t I a sight to behold!

Yesterday has grown cold

The ice keeps melting into my flesh

Seeping through my pores

Saturated with blood oozing from my chest.

I cannot thresh black from white

And so I’m stuck with the grey

The me I was stands in a distance

From the me that I am today.

But these days that steal from me add to me

I am a crescent forming into a full moon

An eminent evidence of growth

A butterfly to emerge from this cocoon.

MORE THAN WOMAN

She's more than woman
But sometimes she forgets
Let's call her empress, goddess
Silent conqueror of all conquests.
She forgets her stride suggests and merge in the land where beauty rests
Where femininity and the intuitive fest
She's more than woman
And though history can attest
Very often she forgets.

She's more than just woman
But often he won't admit
She silences his cries through the comfort she provides
Be it from her soothing embrace, the warmth in her eyes
To the wetness that lies right between her thighs.
Still she holds him till he comes to realize the essence she emits
She's more than woman
But very rarely he admits.

So much more than just woman words could never describe
And with Biblical verses inscribed long before all she's done
She outruns the songs of Proverbs thirty-one.
She's deemed mere definitions latent
Blatantly rendering adjectives understatements.
She is more than woman
The virtual builder of each palace, castle and home
Sole constructor of its throne
Yet humbled not to occupy but beside it stand alone
The satisfaction gained remains her own.
Her patience often mistaken for complacence
Even so she adorns its fragrance and for it she is known.

She is more than woman
Incomparable in her ways
Desirable in her gaze
Models and vixens abide the pace her grace has made
And the timelessness of her remains unfazed.
She is more than woman
When the world's asleep her cape stays worn
So I prefix her with super
I call her Superwoman.

JUST MAN

He is man,

Powerful, driven with the pride of a lion’s roar.

I stand in awe of his raw strength

Immersed in the urge to see each means to its end

Down to earth he stands

Struggling through the sands of time

Sometimes he forgets he’s just man.

Just man not without flaws

And claws caught in dreams sucking and draining from him like straws

Thirsty for the satisfaction normalcy could never bring.

He’s just man…but sometimes he forgets.

He sets his goals beyond the heights of heavens where no one knows

On his toes he stands so close to dip his fingertips in the clouds

And writes his name across the skies so his greatness shows.

He’s just man…but sometimes they doubt

So they abandon their routes and set out quests to the attest how his success abounds

Rounds of ammunition they fire aimed for his head, his chest

But his heart still pounds and his mind remains sound

Feet planted firmly upon the ground

He talks easy with order

His aura speaks in volumes so there’s no reason to shout

Yes, he’s just man but with reason they doubt.

His style is class meets swagger

The paths he treads many stagger on

And though sometimes his tasks get harder

He builds larger the legacy of loyal friend, visionary and hard worker.

He kneads his needs to feed his seeds

So his reputation precedes him as a dedicated father.

He’s just man…But sometimes I can’t comprehend.

His first impression is mirrored by his second

He tends to personify attributes of an immortal blend mere mortals brand a living legend.

Yet he is just man.

Drenched in the humidity of the humility he defines the basis of his humanity.

But that he is just man I still can’t comprehend

So I prefix him with super

I call him Superman.

THE WRITE ROAD

I never really liked myself when I was growing up

Always felt like that drop of water left settled at the bottom of the cup

Unspoken for and ignored to be thrown out against the pavement

A mental enslavement to abandonment never endorsed.

My face embossed with tears, droplets dropping without remorse

Forced to merge with the forces of darkness with no true meaning of who I really was;

A girl undiscovered.

Night times caught me shivering without the cold but alone so I slept uncovered

Suffered to the bone and taunted by the shadows that hovered

Haunted by the ghosts of the unknown.

Most days were a daze treading passages built like a maze preceding my own amazement when I made it home

My bathroom mirror revealing a girl who stood inferior to her own reflection

Unforgiving to her errors oblivious to the greatness of her true person.

Confused by the blues of a girl standing in a woman’s shoes unable to choose the tools that separates her from the fools.

My heart beat me till I bruised.

The clock took stock of time with each tick tock interlocked with unwelcomed thoughts held deeper inside

My insides an intricate design of intestines and discomfort intertwined.

Those were the days of yesteryears when matter stood master over my mind.

Spent that portion of my youth in the pursuit of truth in all the wrong places I could find.

And then I wrote…

Morning came and joy did not always follow but I wrote away the sorrows and swallowed the reality pills held hostage in my throat

I stood president over my affairs when it became apparent that it only entailed that I afford myself the vote

Time after time of jotting my quotes in little notes encouraged the self actualization that I was more than I gave myself credit for

Ink gave me a platform to think and when I would close my eyes in a blink words instead of tears synced with my paper

Who knew a pen could mend the break in time unend and send the negativity away to fend for herself because I would no longer feed her

Not a writer, nor a poet, more of a thought projector

I write to bare my whole being just in order to protect her

If I were able to label these words I’d name them my soul protector.

My imagination bursts with color and relieves my thoughts of its solidarity to the comfort zone

Finally I’ve grown into my own and reaped some wisdom from what little seeds of words I have sown.

TODAY IS MY TOMORROW

Today I grow
I build these bones to battle these sticks and stones
Today I pave my way for tomorrow.
Today I seek my pen and write these words
I fashion my fingers to play these chords
I reach within myself and find that voice
I sing out today is my tomorrow.

I'm ridding my closet of all its skeletons
I'm slowly killing off these demons
I fit my feet in familiar shoes
Retracing my steps, I'm back seated in church pews
My mind captured by the preacher's sermon.
So I swallow Bible verses and teachings while slowly my priorities no longer aimlessly roam
And like the prodigal child today I find my way back home.

Today I love because I can
Like this feeling seeps helplessly through my veins
Embedded permanently in my brain
An evasion would be negligence of the woman I am
The woman I yearn to be
Soaked in this sea of reality
My hopes and dreams keep my head above water
I refuse to drown
I can't be held down
Convince myself its a case of mind over matter
Today I'm a lover and a fighter.

Today I make my own decisions and accept responsibility, no regrets
I face this black and white world head on, no color effects
The girl lives on but the woman's in control
I'm refreshed, renewed
Mind, body and soul.
I keep living, keep learning, keep teaching myself what I should know
It's for my today. Its for my tomorrow.