It's funny how the world changes so fast in the blink of an eye.

Yesterday, you were She.

I was crazy in my delusions thinking about you.

I think you can be mine, and I can be yours.

And today you are He.

But that will never stop the way I feel about you.

I think I find comfort in knowing you find yourself.

I think finding yourself has brought me comfort.

My heart never changed.

My feelings never unwavering.

Your's faithfully

Your secret admirer

#Marixbell

Eh! You, yes, you!
I've got questions to ask. What can you do for freedom?
What do you call loneliness?

When no one cuddles you and wakes you up in the morning,
No gentle kiss on the forehead,
No shared leftovers,
Is it loneliness or freedom?

The silence is spreading.
A dropped pin echoes through the room.
Fear intrudes on your mind at night.
No one to hold, no one to soothe.

Words are too heavy for the heart to carry.
But there's no one to listen.
The coffee mug remains untouched.
The cookie was unbreakable and unshared.

Is it loneliness or freedom?
The bed remains unrumpled.
The sofa stares back, empty and new brand.
A lottery win, a bottle of wine,
But there is no one to celebrate with.

The daily routine repeats,
solitary existence.
Just you and your mind
Is this freedom, or am I lonely?

Laughter echoes, a haunting sound.
Perhaps I need a pet, not a human body.

#Marixbell
#notapoet

I stand in the middle of a fence, yet to drop down.
A hombre of grace on my left, a duchess of heavenly smile on my right
I embody everything that brings peace
That brings intoxicating of grape sweet wine.
This is not a war; there's no winner or loser.
This is me, and this is how I feel about myself.

My sexuality should not be measured; it is not a commodity.
I'll love whoever my heart desires.
I shall pick from these two worlds.
I stand
No stereotypes, no choices—my love won't be debated.

My love won't be denied by you.
I'm who I say I am; I'm unapologetic, I'm proud, and I'm flawless.
Let's smash the calabash of lies and do away with stereotyping.
The B is not a joke; it's its own identity.

#Marixbell

I speak to the sky, despite what they say.
''They say the sky doesn't hear you, old woman.''
I’m not old; my hair was shaved to fulfill a custom demand.
I climb the hill barefooted, with tears in my heart's sight.

I see what others miss; I see perfection in the sky's embrace.
Beauty that's found perfection in my vision's space
Yesterday, I spoke to the sky—not to cry, not to wet Mother Earth with tears.
But to sing as a symbol of sacrifice, to make the sky hear my horn

I'm outside my hut, washing with ashes and stones.
For three days, there has been no sun, just cloudiness and mourning.
But I knew today would bring the sun's warm rays.
I begged the sky to shine, to shine so bright.
To take the sun high, to shine on the mountain

I rinsed my soapy clothes in the gentle fountain stream.
And spread them on the mountain.
I was told not to mix my agony with others's pain.
I never picked this fate; I never wanted it.
I'm the mother of a dead husband whose child looks through windoms.
A constant reminder of the love, loss, joy, and sorrow we endure.
I grieve for my aborted fetus, a pain that never fades.
But still, I'll keep speaking to the sky, despite doubts and fears that invade.

#Marixbell
#notapoet

This thing called love,
Innocent and guilty,
Free and debt,
Strong and weak,
Happiness and tears.

A mystery to me,
Devouring my true nature,
And turning me into a simple being.

Is it what we feel,
Or what we design our hearts to desire?
Right now, I feel betrayed and left out,
Wondering why it hurts so badly.

Why is my heart both heavy and light?
When I try to do the right thing,
Nothing seems to work, day and night.

Why do people mock and deceive?
Why can't they see the beauty in my heart?
This feeling, my body can't take anymore.
This feeling inside is bigger than mere words,
A burning, wide flame,
Yet cold and lukewarm, hard to tame.

I'm lost, unable to control,
Afraid of becoming colder still.
Your words, I don't see,
Your voice, too shallow to understand.

This thing called love, not for the weak-hearted.
I'll stay calm and mute, if possible,
Though feeling numb,
Trying to make sense of it all, somehow.

I'm not waiting for your love.
When the boat of the lost comes,
I'll sail along.
#bisexualvisibilitymonth
#Marixbell

How charming can a bottle of wine and a glass be,
For living my best life? The grape is small and gentle,
Harmless, yet it can turn into something profound.

In my hand, I hold a grape, always welcome.
On the bed, I'm the little thing that crawls down your chest gently.
Same me, in the middle of your lips, a call of deduction.

When you smash me with your feet, extract my juice, and store me,
I still ferment to your taste.

I'm a therapist when you've been in moody situations.
Happy mood! You bought me to celebrate.
Bad mood, here I come. Perfect for that beat of tears.

You need me to get over a divorce,
To celebrate your good news.
Is somebody dead? You'll need more than a bottle.

I can be your comfort when you need me,
And also be trouble.

#Marixbell
#bisexualvisibilitymonth

Seeking**

The Goddess of Longevity visited me this cold night.
Telling my future and my old time,
Her hair as snow, pure as a baby's heart,
And nails so long and sharp that they crash out the skull of a human.

You shall live long, till hair turns grey,
Teeth fall out, and ******* sag with age's sway.
I asked, 'Will wealth be mine?' She replied with a smile,
I am Eternity's goddess, not Fortune's guile.
I bless my kind with what people die of having.
I'm here to bless you with eternity, not riches.

Then Beauty's goddess appeared, a divine vision:
You shall be fabulous and youthful till the day you die.
Again, I asked, 'Will riches come my way?'
She laughed, 'I am Beauty's goddess, not Fortune's sway.'
She added, "You be sweet as honey, as enjoyable as wine.
You will live all your life in a youthful body.
A thousand men would fall beneath your feet, asking for your hand in marriage.
Your beauty would drive kings and queens crazy.
You will be put on the throne, and you will rule."

Fortune's goddess knocked, her eyes like starry skies.
Round her neck is the whitest cowry I've ever set my eyes on;
Her cloth is made of gold and diamond stones of different colours that no one has ever seen.
Though blind to the future, she saw my inner guise.
I said to myself, If only she had the eye to see her blessing, she is.
You hold greatness within; use it with gentle might.
Riches will take root, not departure.

She offered me choices, symbols of fortune's light.
But I refused, seeking knowledge beyond mortal sight.
And so the Goddess of Knowledge appeared in her light.
Warning me, 'Knowledge cuts both ways; use it with gentle care.'

I woke up the next day, full of knowledge and inspiration that I'm unable to control.
I watch my hand holding the pen, writing as it comes.
I'm knowledge, I'm beauty, and I'm longevity.
I'm possessing all within.
I'm all except patience

#Marixbell
#feminist
#PoemWritingChallenge