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Olabiyi Regina Apr 2020
Beauty does not seek attention:
But when she steps in, she gets all the ovation
Melanin defined, answering every question
You are about to ask.
With the complexity in their complexion,
I can hear their skin “say glow like diamond”

Brave, beautiful, bold; she earns the major “B”
Of course, she is queen Bee!
Majestically making her way to the throne in your heart, you wonder how she penetrates.
She is beautifully crafted, masterpiece of the master of all pieces,
That MAN up there must have taking his time.

All shades of her from chubby, thick, to tall. slender, olive, light, black, fair, tan brown.
Have you seen her tribal marks?
More like a landmark of territories she has conquered, with each stroke representing her “might”

Written off by history,
Knocked off by discrimination.
Trampled upon with stereotype
But each time she rises stronger than the tides
So typical; of an AFRICAN WOMAN
Heart of a warrior, body of QUEEN
Irony of royalty,
All hail: quit wondering how she prevails
Cause never will her crown slip away……..
my description of a typical African woman
kolsmusing Apr 2020
To all the stopovers
and endings
the delays
and the in between
and the waiting.

I know that it was God's plan
so I will keep still
while pouring all my faith
and trusting God's hands.
God had and always been my refuge. Never did he fail me nor left me. That's why I leave it all to Him. He knows and wants what's best for me.
I know two strong ladies
wish I could see them daily

they are brave and smart
where do I even start?

sometimes life gives them trouble
and they just smile back double

I want to be there for them
celebrate their victories
and heal them after injuries

gratitude and happiness
is what I feel when we come together
an amazing friendship, what a pleasure

with those two strong ladies I know
I keep shining, I grow

I wish life won’t tear us apart
because our friendship warms my heart

- gio, 30.03.2020
Zhavaed Haemaed Mar 2020
Light steps taken through teenage and out,
Into the labyrinth of knowledge immense.
The days he spent were rigorous & tough,
Enlightenment sought for a spiritual dance.
Six years went by and more eventually will.
The eternal student in the medical field.
Harrowing swiftly over his patients of old,
And sick and depleted and demented and cold.
He earned his due over their recovery, well
A touch of satisfaction akin divinity's swell.
Higher powers of cure none else could whim,
But wait, the pack made a all-knowing of him.
"How could he not cure the morbid of ills?
What use of his nobility if the reaper won still?"
And it was then that the violence did start!
With bare hands, metal bars and no holds bar!
He survived, near death_just mortal he was,
The in-fights & dog-fights & fist-fights too much.
With loss of faith and beliefs in shambles,
The young doctor, yet arose atop all scandals!

Distraught and desolate yet dauntless in will
He hopes for his servitude to have a meaning, still!
Written in solidarity with the doctor fraternity in India. The young gun, the best minds of the country .. being subjected to violence at the hands of those that, in their griveous hurt_ take it all out on the young doctor. For no fault of his.
Zack Ripley Feb 2020
The air should be light.
Filled with joy, not fright,
On this cold winter night.
And for most, it is.
the difference between
them and me, you see,
Is that they are not prisoners
Of their minds. They are free.
I was sentenced to this life alone
Without a home to call my own,
After I served my country.
Oh, what a world I was shown.
Don't misunderstand. I had a good life.
I lived the American dream,
Complete with a house, a dog, a beautiful wife.
But once I signed up for another tour,
Her heart couldn't take it anymore.
She walked out the door.
When I came back, I was too embarrassed to ask for help.
So that's how I got here,
Feeling like I only have
myself to blame.
But even as I join my fellow outcasts,
Forgotten, and unloved,
I smile with pride
Knowing I was brave enough to play the game.
Marya0324 Mar 2020
I'm on the brink of running away,
At a clifftop, staring at the sea
It looks so tempting, to let it all go
To finally live in ecstasy...

But if there's a chance I can fight today
If it's possible I can be fearless
Maybe I'll turn this from a tale of Woe
To one of Triumph from utmost distress.
Trying to find courage.
Gunde dhairyam entha vunna
Cheyi kampinchadam sahajame mitrama!!
Gunde raayi.. cheyi pidekli.. cheskuntu
Saagipovadame kada Jeevitha rahasyam sodara..
Mark Wanless Feb 2020
i went to war
the valiant the brave
on both sides
and dogs ate the dead
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