"normalise" poems
So there’s a girl across the street
A girl to whom he’s grown accrete
A girl he’s just to scared to greet
But yet still he sits and hopes
You see she’s in love with Darren
However Darren’s in love with Karen
And Karen sits and stares at Bob, who’s probably gay, probably not,
But still he drools over Linda,
Who’s stare is blank and barren,
Pointed at the anti-nerd, football loving, guru Darren.
Yes it’s really that simple,
Forget love triangle, more love enneadecagon,
Gone,
That reminds him, as it hits his head like a hadron,
Gone,
Are his hopes of him and the girl across the street.
Her features to him, were long developed similes,
They came to his brain, seamlessly, chemically,
Of course he’s never express these feelings formally,
But to him they acted as a soothing love remedy.
Her eyes were golden like caramelised sugar,
Or the enticing qualities of slowly melting butter,
Each eye, a galaxy waiting to be discovered,
And yes he means the chocolate bar.
Her hair is crimson like strawberry laces,
Which reminds him of the disadvantages of having braces,
But he braces himself as though it’s his duty,
Braces himself for an overwhelming amount of beauty.
She talks to him about all the awful things that guys do,
She then says she wishes that more guys were like you,
She says she wants that guy to show up this year,
But what she doesn’t see, is that that he’s standing right here.
So there’s a guy across the street
A guy to whom she’s grown accrete
A guy she’s just to scared to greet
But yet still she sits and hopes
You see he’s in love with her neighbour,
A chore that she knows can be a labour,
Yet she knows she can be the saviour,
Because she is even greater
So one day to no surprise, he’s looking out with eager eyes, they lock eyes, butterflies, quite surprised, more butterflies, they remain like that til sunrise, emotions start to normalise, then fluctuate because of those **** butterflies.
So there’s a girl across the street
A girl to whom he’s grown accrete
A girl he wasn’t scared to meet
And now they live and bond
Because that girls in love with Darren,
However Darren’s in love with Karen,
But who cares,
They have each other for the rest of their days
And beyond.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 10:57 AM UTC
You absolutely do not get the honor of burning a numerical value on her self-worth.
You certainly do not get to measure that assumption from the hem-line tailored on her thighs. Or the daring dresses she wore because it made her feel a different kind of beautiful.
She is not asking for it. What she will demand for is neither your attention nor stares. She wants respect.
Can you do that?
Oh, and when you are emboldened by your 'witty' validation that she is a **** or of promiscuous nature, all down to the clothes she wears on her back.
Don’t.
Cotton stitches against warm skin. (She was enjoying a walk.)
Silk swathes on slightly chilled bones. (She forgot her jacket on a Wednesday night out with friends.)
Thick knits adorn even more layers of cotton. (It was a winter night.)
Their cold lips pursed by the late hour, scream silence.
With that validation, you normalise and excuse the acts of **** soul-destructing ****** offences.
For you have blamed the victim.
You excuse a depraved psychological state.
The veins that choked from ice and no’s. You have forgotten.
Rapists and ****** offenders do not get the luxury of being excused.
Neither do you, ****
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
Do not talk to me of your version of God
One that personifies God by egoistic mind
For ego by definition is Exit God Out
For your personification of God
Does not resonate with my knowing of God
The hell you believe I will burn in
Is the heaven I will transmute all my sins in
The hell you believe I live in
Is my route to heaven
The hell you believe in
Will drawn you in an ocean
Of guilt and shame
Keep your fears to yourself
I can no longer entertain them
Do not talk to me of God
When you want me to silence my soul
God can never be silenced by your egoistic minds
Let me redefine for you ‘كفر’ *
Let me redefine for you ‘blasphemy’
It is being a slave to your ideas
It is being a slave to your mind
It is being a slave to your concepts
It is being a slave to your fears
I am not here to be a slave to human minds
I am here to be a slave to my creator
His breath gave life to my body
I am not here to worship your fearful mind
I am here to worship my creator through my heart
Do not talk to me of God
When you refuse me the right
To exercise my divine gifts
Do not talk to me of God
When you rob me from free will
Divinely gifted to me at birth
Do not talk to me of God
When you rob me from exercising
The gift of freely speaking my mind
Do not talk to me of God
When you forbid me from listening to my heart
Yet forcefully enslave me to your mind
Do not talk to me of God
When you fail to accept me
Do not talk to me of God
When you vilify my shadows
Do not talk to me of God
When you fail to see my divinity
Do not talk to me of God
When you deprive me
From the experience to witness
The limitless capacity of my body
Do not talk to me of God
When you reject parts of me
Yet God accepts all of me
Do not talk to me of God
When you fail to forgive me
While God offers me eternal forgiveness
Do not talk to me of God
When you abandon your son after he sins
For the God I know
Will never forsake his son
Nor shame him for his sins
Nor will he love him less
For the sins he does is the forgetting of self
When one acts against his self
Do not talk to me of God
When you fail to embody his love
For you have yet to know God
If you still refuse to embody his divine qualities
Do not talk to me of God
Till you reflect his unconditional love, grace, mercy, forgiveness and acceptance
Do not talk to me of God
When you sexualize my body that he has created
Do not talk to me of God
When you shame my body
For the sacred red fluid that flows out of me
The body that gives birth to his creation
Do not talk to me of God
When you separate me
From divine creations
Do not talk to me of God
When you justify killing
Yet vilify love making
Do not talk to me of God
When you normalise violence upon his creations
Yet shame the pleasures of love between his creations
We will not be silenced
By the barbaric volumes of your egoistic minds
Our divinity can never be a slave to your fears
You can not fears us into enslavement
Our divine faith runs deeper than the fears that hijacks your minds
Let us love each other
While we both try to experience God
Let us love each other
While we both try to understand God
Meanwhile I swim in the ocean of grace where hell does not exist
Thank you for being here - NwK
Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 10:15 AM UTC
The game is still on
The race is me
It is ours to run
To fight against racism
A prejudice beyond acts
Discrimination above attitude
Reflected in systems and institutions
Preventing people from dignity
I learnt there is something we call "Human race"
We can't be humane with racial stereotype
Colour doesn't define us
As a person but who we are
We've had enough already
This is like an Olympic game
Not just for a race of black or white
Embodies other acts of harassment
Political stereotyping and gender activism
Ethnocentrism and nepotism
Can we stop this ism now!
Allowing human race transcend egotism
Reconceiving our race
And accepting tolerance and respect
Let's stop using humour to normalise racism
It's not funny perpetuating ugly stereotypes
Remember! We share a common history
Laundry is the only thing separated by colour
#Poetic_Koncept
#Elikem_Inspires
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 6:58 AM UTC
Open to our inner desires
We want to find true affection.
Hoping such emotion is real.
With our heads in the clouds
We don't anticipate,
The imperfection
Or the human situation.
Before the errors
We frequently make.
We experience,
All the turmoil and drama.
We continue to chastise.
Even despise,
We tolerate and normalise,
An entire world of suffering.
In contrast to the vision, we see.
Do we truly know?
The path love will go.
How to have sincerity
We're not sure where to start.
Absorbed in the vision of
The idealism of the heart.
I've concluded.
Life isn’t what –
We imagine it to be.
The concept of love
Is stronger than –
The reality.
Jan 3, 2024
Jan 3, 2024 at 11:13 AM UTC
Okay
Listen to me now:
This is my political address
But I'm gonna talk to you now
Like you're all my friends
Because if we're gonna make it through this
We're gonna have to look out for each other in the end.
First thing's first,
let's set the record straight
It doesn't make a bit of difference
if you're straight or gay
And it really doesn't matter
from which country you originate.
And whichever god you pray to,
It's not okay
to sexualise a body or normalise ****
And if your love for your children
depends on who they love,
then you've got your parenting wrong.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
Regal, we must in physical form
To the societal standards, we blindly conform
Desensitised to find value in one’s own worth
We are love conditionally since our birth
Validation is our strongest pursuit
Judged us wrongly, we’ll refute
Our cuts and bruises have tales to tell
It’s there to justify that we’ve been through hell
Delirious to the idea of wanting is where the mind delves
All for the sake of ideal imagery, we defile ourselves
Patterned scars can be seen on our soiled skin
As we try to conceal the pain buried deep within
Why must we pretend to normalise such dysfunction?
Have we become too shallow to even function?
Gradually, we’re consumed to be demoralised
To our crippling selves, we barely recognised
Shackled to the harsh truths of our reality
As we failed to see the reflection of our inner beauty.
Aug 7, 2022
Aug 7, 2022 at 1:55 PM UTC