#enoughisenough
I was ever most faithful to my labour,
A duty that I never paid to man:
And even now, I am stripped of this favour,
No more am I my workplace's loyal fan.
I wish I could say our romance has cooled off,
That I'm not stirred by spreadsheets' disarray,
Alas, those items firmly must be ruled off,
And here the reasons be for this decay:
I was profoundly lucky in employment:
I worshipped bosses justly - they were gods.
I worked hard, in this toil I found enjoyment,
Because my contract listed all the odds.
I did not sign to slavery, dear Master,
I did not sign my health and bloom away,
I did not sign that you could be a b@st@rd
When things were simply not going your way,
I did not sign to poverty and worry,
I did not sign to papers gath'ring dust,
I did not sign that you cannot be sorry,
For I have rights, and note this down you must:
I did not sign to shoulder all these burdens,
Because they are not written on the page!
You cannot simply smile, and draw the curtains,
You cannot make us objects of your rage
When you yourself do run the ship so poorly!
I pity you, but pity is not love;
And thus I sign myself, proudly, and sorely,
A woman pushed to crashing by your shove.
Jun 5, 2024
Jun 5, 2024 at 9:11 AM UTC
thanks for having
xRay
sonar
vision
and an all seeing Eye
thanks for receiving our Thoughts each day
thanks for witnessing my plight
from beginning to today
I love you GOD
you are my BFF
we reap what we sow
they will receive their medicines back
I know that your LOVE
I never LACK
Dec 17, 2022
Dec 17, 2022 at 11:52 AM UTC
I want you to see
You who claim to love me
You who claim to save me
From that which I can't see
Ahead, but I know in my bones
I can't let bygones be bygones
Right now - I've worked a week for two
Or three, and I'm tired, and I have had too
Four weeks locked up through no fault of my own
And I am wearing close to the bone
And I'm dying on my own
I am not-crying on my own
I can't say I'm alone
When I'm out of the zone
Where the world is a stranger
And my sun turned from me in danger
As if I would **** him with my pallor
Because I asked for his light, in squalor
Or maybe just too young
And realising how much is wrong
And how much has been wrung
And how I have a limit to being strong
And how I loved too much
That I'm now sick of the loving, friendly, familial touch -
I did not realise how much I suffered
Until today's sweet sunny plans, by me, were scuppered.
Feb 19, 2022
Feb 19, 2022 at 1:05 PM UTC
People fighting all the time.
Pain is all over the world.
Many children are missing.
Families are being destroyed.
Fake smiles people are putting on.
Gunshots everywhere you turn.
No one is willing to listen to one another.
Tears that are falling from people's fracases.
Secrets that are being hidden.
Storms are coming but never leaving.
The masks that people are wearing to cover up their fears.
No one is willing to ask for a hand in help.
People die without any reason.
Friendships are being destroyed with lies.
People are losing hope and letting fear win.
Hearts are being broken into pieces.
Special moments are being missed.
Continuing to fight climate change.
Reflections of people's fakeness.
Homelessness in every state.
Storys not being told.
When is it time to say enough is enough?
Dec 11, 2021
Dec 11, 2021 at 7:59 PM UTC
I have been here before
In fact, I know all the ways to get here by heart
And I am tired, tired of lying on this same ground
Tired of coming back here each time
They hurt me with all their ways
Do I get back to my routine where I try to justify everything they did?
And take the blame
And say it is all cause due to my fragile heart
Or do I return home with anticipation
Praying that someday they will change
No, those days are long gone
Clearly, it was wishful thinking
Who am I kidding?
These ******** won't stop at anything
It's time to stand up for myself
I have been here long enough
I have put up with their **** long enough
It's time for change
Cause enough is enough
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 2:16 PM UTC
Happy Thanksgiving.
The day of giving thanks for all we have.
And I give thanks that I’m strong enough to do what I need too.
You won’t bring me down with your atrocious comments.
I won’t allow you to ruin me more than I already have.
I waved the white flag.
I surrendered.
It’s not enough.
I have to be punished for the choice I made for myself.
Tell me how can you play the game if only one is playing?
No more.
I’m taking a stand and I stand for myself.
We are going our ways and I’m fine with that.
I accept my choice, but there’s no need for me to hurt anymore.
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 8:05 PM UTC
By the same author
Who wrote
"You are the Universe"
Being inert
Edited
A ground-breaking
Twirl
"Y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶U̶n̶i̶v̶e̶r̶s̶e̶"
"You were the Universe"
My entire thought
Revolved around
And that pain
Was the best seller
Of that time
A revised edition
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC
The Oldest Lie
The oldest lie we tell our children is that we are all equal.
We pretend. We lie. We digress from the truth to shield them from all evils.
But the truth is we dream of such a world where race, creed and colour do not define us.
We protect them from the facts of life and speak of the past, forgetting the present.
We praise MLK, Malcolm and Mandela as civil right heroes,
neglecting the bitter truth that they took the first steps on our long walk to freedom.
Enough is enough. Our children deserve better.
They need to know our struggle.
Only then can we dream of better things.
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 7:06 AM UTC
We screamed to be heard, marched to express our rage. To bleed with our fallen sisters, for I am her, and she is me. We all lived each other’s suffering.
The dust has settled now, quiet returned.
Yet I still can’t breath. I am still not safe.
I cry silently for my country. I no longer connect to her. My love and pride is only filled with disappointment. She has left me sad, and empty and afraid.
My son asked me, “Why do you refer to South Africa as a she?” I look at him dumbstruck, he continues, “Perhaps SHE has always been a HE!”
This realization is hard to swallow.
This... scares me half to death.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 12:22 AM UTC
You think it doesn’t matter
Maybe I should just shut up and mind my own business
Leave your eyes to stare daggers
And your slippery tongue to burn castles
I’m not apologizing
For fighting back
As you cut apart and dissect
Life into *** and breast,
Measuring beauty on a scale you’ve created out of blood
And buying worth out of bone you pulled from our spines.
How much do we have to give
For our voices to be heard,
Cause you best believe
We’ll give it all we got
No more standing in the corner
Watching sisters fall on their knees
Crying in front bathroom mirrors
Whispering promises you can’t keep.
No. Tonight we are standing
With her.
And your better know that this time
When we scream,
The world will echo back.
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
Walking through the school halls you wonder
Who is the next shooter?
The next victim?
The next family who lost?
The next person's life to abruptly ended in this dream we call America
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC
It use to be easy to love you,
I really wanted to hate you,
I use to be lost without you,
But I don’t know what I should feel for you.
You left me,
You came back.
It was the beginning of a pattern,
I accepted without question.
Then California came into your mind,
And I’d knew you’d leave one last time.
There was no coming back,
There was no goodbyes,
I laid in the corner of my bed and cried.
But you were gone,
You didn’t care.
The emptiness you left in me,
Grew into something more.
You cracked the foundation,
The foundation of me.
You stole my heart,
Out of my chest, and watched me bleed.
You said you loved me,
Claimed to care.
But when I really needed you,
You were never really there.
I was nothing to you.
Just a person for you to use.
You’re the devil in disguise,
You build your future on lies.
Your lies gave you a power.
And I fell for you in my weakest hour.
You built me up,
Just to toss me aside.
You assumed I was fragile,
And I will admit I was.
My remains were shattered,
Broken on the ground.
But I picked myself back up,
When you left town.
No I will never get the,
Pieces of me I gave to you freely.
I don’t want them back.
Keep them, trash them,
Put them on a shelf and stare,
I’m like the tin man,
With no heart,
So I don’t really f***ing care.
I rebuilt myself stronger,
Replaced my old brain,
Stole courage from a lion,
I roar now without pain.
It’s like clicking my heels,
And saying there’s no place like home,
I’ll leave my memories of you in a basket,
On the dirt road where we once started from.
This isn’t Kansas,
This isn’t Oz,
This is the rebellion of my long lost heart.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
baby, don’t cry.
you’ll be alright.
I know right now, you’re terrified.
I know that you’ve found the best place to hide.
you live in a place where guns equal power,
and where laws don’t protect you so you’re forced to cower.
gunshots fire and you can’t tell if they’re near.
the only thing you’re sure of is irrefutable fear.
you hold your breath, frozen in place.
all you want is to feel safe.
tears trickle down your innocent face.
you question whether or not you’ll make it out alive.
well, baby, don’t cry.
no matter what happens, we’ll continue to fight for your life.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 12:26 PM UTC
when you start
feeling as if
just being you
is not enough ,..
when you see
the sunlight slipping away
sliding into the ocean
and the outbound tide
is pulling strong ,..
gravity throbs downward ―
you see it's weight groan
pacing in lonely eyes,
you feel it's burden
bear down on
a wayfaring stranger
wandering away alone ,..
wondering what went wrong
stalled by a riverside
frozen in time ;
walking on slippery rocks
and fallen stars,
searching for peace
along the meandering shoreline
the waterfall surrenders
a river's silent lament ;
the storm gales' surge stirs
the urge for moving on
a heart broken knows
how fickle tides change
which way the wind blows ,..
which way the rain
comes falling down ―
watershed moments
undulating
serpentine rivers,
unbridled terrain waters
veritably cascading beyond
blurred latitudes,
uninhibitedly drifting
in shapeless symmetry ―
a deep ocean rises
with the calling tide's
murmur,
the shorebirds linger ;
hole up with the peace
of the unsullied sands
at the sea stained
tide-mark ―
barnacles cling
to the pulse
of the tidal sway
where starfish hold on to
slippery rocks ,..
being enough
to while away
just a little bit longer ―
to simply let it all be
and wholly wash out
in the water
waiting for the tide change,
to swallow whole
the rivers stagnant flow,
immersing
the stars in swirling silence ―
in the unrestrained
rhythm and the sea ...
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
You chase me with a word
like a bratty brother
chases a little sister
with a cricket
holding the legs of intimidation
near my ear
taunting
as you have done
many times before -
sometimes with a cricket of inferiority
or a cricket of slavery
but always a cricket of judgement.
You portend to have the power
to put it on me
until the tear in my eye
becomes enough....
My teeth gnash
wrapping around the finger that dangled
the last cricket of taunting,
a pest of manipulation,
held with your insect-filled arrogance
and I chew defiantly
masticating your ability
to ever chase me again.
Choose it now
swallow or spit
it's irrelevant -
your threats are dead.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC
Sick of having to compromise
My morals and beliefs
I’m sick of institutionalised
Corruption and deceit
Decisions, decisions; ‘it’s all fair’ you see
But ‘fair’ isn’t fair, between you and me.
No pain, no gain, earmarked again
But what else do you expect?
You’re a tiny fish in the shark’s domain
There’s no such thing as respect.
Word hard, lie harder, that’s the motto
Be the best act around
Tell them ‘there’s always tomorrow,’
‘Opportunity abound’
Decisions, decisions; ‘it’s all fair’ you see
But ‘fair’ is unfair, between you and me.
No pain, no gain, earmarked again
But what else do you expect?
You’re a tiny fish in the shark’s domain
There’s no such thing as respect.
Bite your tongue and swallow your pride
It’s all part of the game
They say ‘your turn will come in time’
But how long can I wait?
Delusions, Illusions; it’s not fair you see
Enough is enough, if you ask me.
No pain, no gain - walk out again
‘Cos what else do you expect?
Just a tiny fish in a shark’s domain
Life is too short for regrets.
Copyright ©2016-2017 KF
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
You never gave a ****
Even when I loved you
But you're one hell of an actor
You had me believin'
Everything would be okay
And took it from my right to breathe
And now I'm suffocating
Tryin' to get you erased
My heart, it's screamin'
I could have loved you forever
Unconditionally
But then you went and ******* me over
Almost abusively
If not for circumstances I would try to get you back
But seeing as the circumstance is me
And I'm done playing games
Just know
I could have loved you forever
You won't hurt me again
Because now I'm guarded
There's no way you can get to me
So the story goes
Hidden deep within me
Is a soul strong enough to survive
And now I'm suffocating
Fightin' for the air I breathe
My tears, they're streamin'
I could have loved you forever
Unconditionally
But then you went and ******* me over
Almost abusively
If not for circumstances I would try to get you back
But seeing as the circumstance is me
And I'm done playing games
Just know
I could have loved you forever
It's my time now though
And your time to go
You're not welcome back here anymore
I could have loved you forever
Forever
Unconditionally
But I know I'll find better
Good enough for me
If not for circumstances I would try get you back
But seeing as the circumstance is
I could have loved you forever
Unconditionally
But then you went and ******* me over
Almost abusively
If not for circumstances I would try to get you back (try to get you back)
But seeing as the circumstance is me
Just know
I could have loved you forever
Forever baby
I could have loved you forever
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
I don’t think I can write anymore
because I’m too sad to even explore
different options and alternate endings
they all result in the same evening.
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
When the time finally arrives
it's that feeling your body thrives
you suddenly become more alive
but with that you realize
it's not something you want to use to strive
because in your eyes, your happiness is lies
as your feelings reach new highs
& you see darkness in your skies
you years you slowly ****
but to you it is another cheap thrill
you do it all on your own will
either as a line or a pill
no matter what you'll get your fill
You just do a little more as you go
when your high becomes a low
you hope nobody will ever know
but your dependency is beginning to show
one minute you're happy the next mad,
you think it's just a fad
but really inside you're sad,
sad because of how you became
now you're just filled with shame, since you're stuck in this never
ending
addiction game, with that you're life will never be the same....
& you're the only one to blame
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC