Her hands are delicate from the burden she carries, The lines seen on her palms trace journeys her ancestors traveled for her to be here today, Her fingers grasp the pen firmly as she strokes a new narrative into existence, Rings sparkle in the light with each motion as a symbol of sovereignty and culture, Mehndi celebrates her heritage in a bashful pursuit for representation, A female successor in the works, Breaking the norms and defining her identity one step at a time.
A useful key to creativity Write a list of things you need to do today before you get distracted by the brain to procrastinate Prioritise three aims that helps you produce to consume The days flick through fast without a view ahead of what to do Life is shorter than expected so hold a set of goals in pursuit Looking back on what was done later on fulfils a cycle to review
What exactly is happiness? Is it the hollowness in the chest when you've stopped crying and you feel like there's nothing left to do? Is it that feeling of wanting the world to stop so you can enjoy just a few more seconds of silence? Is it being with friends and laughing until your gut hurts but then crying when you go home? Is it addictive like a drug? Is the withdrawal from happiness the symptoms of depression? does that mean we need happiness like we need oxygen? Are we okay? If the past can overshadow the present then what's the point of reminding ourselves about it? There will always be bad things, we can't change that. No. We could change that. We just don't want to. Happy is fleeting and never stays. that's why we want it. We would hate happy if we had it forever. But we chase it in circles, like greyhounds on a track, coming across it only to realize that it was fake all along and the real happiness the real glow and joy was that small second before the race, when you felt like you were finally going to reach it And now? Now you don't have it. Because you believed it would fix your problem. Well. To the ones who believed they have found happiness I must ask you Did it?
If the thrill of the hunt sets you a'flame I long to be the man to play your game But I'm not a beast to be satisfied with a bone No "here's a scrap" now go on alone
For me, it's your divine feminine I pursue The gods felt like showing off when they crafted you Your sense, so dark, so deep, is what I'll follow Don't short-shrift my time and make my efforts hollow
I'm in need of a feast - your body, your mind My cravings won't end with wrinkled sheets and a bottle of wine. Your flesh on my tongue is what I will savor I'll eat you alive, if you'll return the favor.
I want to devour you whole Your spirit, your soul And once I've stripped you down to your core, Only then, my dear, will we start the chase once more.
It's getting there. Maybe one or two more edits. Working off a thought from "Shop" from IG @shestarteditpoetry . This doesn't do it justice, but it's a start.