The Unspoken

The Unspoken Apr 2014

Letting Go of someone is the hardest scariest thing
because when you sit down and begin thinking,
that you might not be able to get somebody better
Your world shutters.
But how true is this really?
Is there someone out there who is always better after who you thought was your BEST?
The one you hang and hold on to so much?
Is there?

©The Unspoken

The Unspoken Apr 2014

Dear Member of Parliament...

DEAR MP**

Am being judged
am being threatened
am being alienated
am called an outcast
All these because I Love.
I was taught to love in my home growing up
I was taught to Love by the good book
I was taught to Love by my church.
But now I Love, and they throw stones at me.

They drag me in the middle of the streets and tear down all my clothes..
All in the name of correcting me??
Am in pain.
I hurt.

I was taught to love.
Is It wrong because it is NOT your kind of Love?
Am innocent, my soul Is pure.
I did not choose to be hated by the society, nobody chooses to.
Don't you think I always wanted to be my father's pride?
Don't you think I had dreams for a future too?
Why shut me down?
Why so much hatred?
Just because I do not conform to your definition of Love?
I Hurt.
I cry.

Am a soul that just loved and accepted to be loved back.
Am HAPPIEST this way.
You **** me, try to correct me? But in the morning I wake up and hate myself so much because of the filth you put inside me.
And you call that LOVE???
REALLY?
Am In Pain, I hurt, I Cry.

Am not asking for a million dollars.
Am not asking you be my lover, you keep all your relations away if you think am a threat.
All am asking is LET ME BE.
You did not chose to be straight.
Its the way of life that you know.
And to me, being gay is how I know and define my Love.

Accept me.
Just as I am.
I will never change, no matter how hard you try, just as you, can never change to be like me.
So instead of fighting me, reach out for my hand.

©The Unspoken

This is a letter, a piece I address to one of my country's MP's following the bill discussed in parliament against the LGBT Community's rights. I cried in the process of putting down these words. I Pray it touches someone.

The Unspoken Apr 2014

Suitcase...

She stands at the door, to a house that was beginning to feel like home.
In her hand, a suitcase.
She packed all the memories and her clothes in there
and her mind seemed made up on walking out of my life.
I couldn't stop her.
The tears in my eyes, only that, spoke what I was feeling.
and the most painful part is that, I didn't see hurt or pain in her eyes.

©The Unspoken

The Unspoken Mar 2014

Woman Lover...NO apologies

Am a Woman.
An African Woman.

Am drawn by simplicity, outstanding features of them all.
I Love Butterflies.
I Love eyes. I Am taken by looking deep into someone's eyes.

I was brought up to mingle with Tom Harry and Dickson.
I did it...and it was fun, until they asked something from me, and that's when I knew it was different.

I would sit down, and for minutes, stare at Beth or Lydia Or Yvonne as they played.
Going round the field as they let out the shrill giggles.
The smiles on their faces, irreplaceable.

Girls to me, were the most beautiful creatures on earth, after butterflies.
And I adored them even more each day.
That's where I felt happy, peaceful and pure, in their midst...women.
Till date, I adore a woman.
The touch, so gentle, can't compare it to anything.
The voice, so melodious.
The care, we clean together, cook then massage each other after a long day at work.
Even the fights, we know we are always going to get through, after shedding a tear or two, then kiss and make up.

People in the world may call me weird, or whatever they wish.
But am happy, this is WHAT IS NORMAL for me.
This is who I am.
A Woman Lover.
No apologies, because I haven't done anything wrong.
Love, CAN NEVER be wrong.

©The Unspoken

SAYING IT LIKE IT IS!

The Unspoken Mar 2014

My Eminado...

My Sweet Pumkana, (Beth)
the most beautiful woman in the world.
You truly swept me away.
So Cultured, rooted in her traditions.
Natural hair flowing to her shoulder.
Aremis, the oil that makes her skin glow.
No Make-up.
Super natural.

Without you, it seems so hard
But i know the secret, I will never laugh at you when you fall
Trip on your face.
Your innocence turns me on,
Oh most beautiful of them all.
I want to come meet your parents...
so we may get their blessings as we kneel right before them
To sanctify...
Approve
That you may be mine, and I, Yours.

See, meeting you was a favor, a blessing.
I still am trying to figure out what you did to me...
But I will not Leave, am determined to stay
because you, and only you, are my Eminado.*

©The Unspoken

Cheers to the woman of my dreams* Wish she knew this was my eventual Goal!!! Just wish she could read this. #sigh

The Unspoken Mar 2014

My Heaven...

Is it made of street of gold...NO
Is it full of angels roaming around...NO
Is it flowing of milk, of honey...NO

Because my shoes are worn out from the dust around
Because the ones roaming around mug me and giggle behind my back
Because sometimes, I just sleep hungry.

But this is the heaven I know.
When I wake up in the morning and my neighbor is playing loud music...
When the kids in the block run to me to say hello and I have candy in my purse to share
When my friends invite me out and they drink silly and just be happy
When I do my laundry then it rains and the following day I know am all at home having some "me" time...
When I go to work and my nagging colleague is always stopping by to say "hello"...
When I try to catwalk the streets in my heels and i trip and get up and laugh at myself as someone tries to wipe my skirt for me...
#Sigh!!

When life gives you a 2nd chance, you learn.
To be thankful....for every passing minute
It's not ordinary
Its my Heaven.

©The Unspoken

Am just thankful... :-)