In your presence,I rediscovered my name.
My name that was hidden under the pain of separation.
I rediscovered the eyes no longer veiled with fever.
And your laughter like a flame piercing the shadows.
Has revealed your love to me beyond the rain of yesterday.

Eight to nine years,my love with days of illusions and shattered ideas,
And sleep made restless with alcohol
The suffering that  burns today with the taste of tomorrow
And that turns love into a boundless river.

In your presence, I have rediscovered this memories of my blood
And necklaces of laughter hung around our days
Days sparkling with ever new joys

In your arms, I felt the ever secured hugs,the most sweetest 😘 that looks like honey.
In your arms I felt most loved and like a real woman.

In your bed I became a fairy angel never want to come back to reality.
You taste like honey
And your thickest porridge
Made me see a true sincerity
Of soul in human.
It's felt like being in a dream Land Don't ever want to open my eyes again.

Is only in your presence I rediscovered the true name I have hidden some years back.
And this memories gave me the option of vowing to you that waiting for the total you is not a crime.

If to be lonely without you
Is the only thing the Universe gives me I will keep on waiting in faith
In the power of the Universe
Because in your presence
I feel like a natural woman.

Lady’s Favor
by Michael R. Burch

May
spring
fling
her riotous petals
devil-
may-care
into the air,
ignoring the lethal
nettles
and may
May
cry gleeful-
ly Hooray!
as the abundance
settles,
till a sudden June
swoon
leave us out of tune,
torn,
when the last rose is left
inconsolably bereft,
rudely shorn
of every device but its thorn.

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Bodies lying here and there,
torn clothes everywhere,
Some little girls crying near the bay,
Some little girls hiding behind the hay,
It's the month of May,and
I still remember this day,
When I refused to use my stength,
Gave up, laid down,
Could no longer fly high,
I was forced to drop on the ground,
Just because some hands pulled me down,
And swept me across the room
To fulfill their needs,
When I come to think about it now,
I should have stomped their throats,
When I had the chance,
I should have fought,maybe
I could have saved,
Others and every one,
If only I roared.

Pulled up from the waves enough
to squeeze your sister’s hand -
my father cried for you.
I think I cried for him.
Maybe the years will all come rushing
back when the sun finally dries the shores for good.

may ayim
african-german
poetess
essayist

co-established the
term "black german"
decades ago

until then germans would
call a person of color a "neger"
(and too many still do so)

however one
of the most inspiring
talents
took her own life:

august 9
1996

that's it.

god bless you
may ayim