...SSSHHH

She said she wanted to do things to me that I normally wouldn’t

I mean she was a girl like me so really I shouldn’t

Right?

Or couldn’t I just for once ignore my golden rule and play it cool?

But who was I to ask?

My other girls would try to school me and boys would just drool

So I was lost in a pool of my own sexuality

Confused why her touch did not dissuade me from her advances

But rather left me amused.

I would barely even call that a touch

It was like the hairs on our skins slightly brushed

And desire shot through me like a wildfire

Building within a fever I’ve only known a man to inspire.

What was I to make of it?

What would become of forbidden lips pressed gently against mine?

Soft, wet: Just one kiss.

If men had bragged of the sweetness of this

And likened it to a virgin surrendering her chaste

What was to deny me a taste?

Furious from the uncertainty,

Yet curious still at the thrill of the reality of her standing a breath away

The status quo demanding I leave but my feet defiant enough to stay.

Unable to heel how I was beginning to feel

I let emotions tumble over like a cartwheel
My mouth, pursed, met hers

And then silence.

Dead silence.

Rhythm no more to my heart beat

Thoughts fleet,

Meaning no more to discreet as tongues greet

Silent excitement in sinful indulgence

She did as I pleased and with ease brought imagination to life

The men had been right; she was that sweet.

One kiss with her I would never forget

One girl, one secret I would never confess

Fenced safely in my conscience

That when all lies still I glance at that one chance I never took again.

I think of her and then…. Silence

………ssshhh

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.

EMPOWERED

Society frowns upon sobriety but it won't directly say so

It subtly inebriates your consciousness till the duality of left and right is left unstable

See when your priorities get misplaced you always do as you're told

And with society calling the shots, the bullets are aimed to pierce your soul.

You and I are of the same breed

A pedigree trained to follow, born to lead

Beaded in a society that sees yet neglects our needs

So its conventions we succeed.

They watch us bleed and plead for change

Greed feeds the system so its arranged in their favour

Thence now and later they have the power

to fill our reserved seats with the over aged.

Sit still or demonstrate

Write. Draw. Scribble within and out the box or remain a blank page plagued a caged bird;

A script-less actor on an empty stage.

We envisage tomorrow similarly with selective imagery

One man plans to work

Another works a plan drawing an abstract legacy the future looks upon like a memory.

They are disciples of a dream

Their deeds cycle seamlessly

Insightful rebels for the team

But one lives his while the other lives another's scheme

For only one is satisfaction guaranteed.

Yaa Asantewaa led battle long before anyone convened to Beijing.

Let not your gender drag you under

Consider it blunder to weaken before you strife, put asunder the facile life.

Sing tunes of "Yes I Can" to string things that bring mediocrity to an end

Dare to transcend the expectations normalcy extends.

Procrastination steals at your will till you're broke

And broken souls hang a stole around unspoken goals

Too tightly for design and choke words that leave success songs unsung.

Postpone to tomorrow only what today can survive undone.

You too are a painter of life

With art galleries shooting masterpieces through your system

So scientists named them your ARTeries.

Don’t let it last, that draft of your future they based on their past

Remember change roams within your range like a rover

She’s the fat lady who won’t sing cuz the show’s never over

There’s room for one more thought, one idea, one more vision

In your hands, lies one more chance to impact a generation.