Fate, fluke, fraud was what everyone called it. "But for me, it was more," said she. "It was my true romance," said she unregretfully.
Coward! Coward!Get outOf your shell.Better, throw awayThat stupid shell.Coward! Coward!Stop thinkingWay too much.You know it's nothing moreThan another excuse.Coward! Coward!You're okayThe way you are.So why be shyOr try to change?Coward! Coward!Don't let them decideFor yourself.You've been gifted withA brain of your own.Coward! Coward!Don't let me call youThis name again.So show me finallyWho you really are!
It's Mother's Day.So we speak of mothers.When do we speakOf they who are not mothers?When do we speak of youIf you are not a mother?What if you are someoneWho is a single father?Someone who has toLearn, unlearn and relearn everythingThat comes naturally to women?Because you are not a mother.What if you are someoneWho is gay [...]
I just want to go home,To where I can beMy most true self,To where I can stopActing to be someone else.I just want to go home,Where I am allowed to errEven when I try my best,Where I am free to cryTo my heart's content.I just want to go home,To they who makeMy very soul happy,To [...]
As I turn twenty-nine,How do I feel?Excited, anxious or just calm?The truth is I don't know.Do I look backAt the 28 that was,Or in a way wasn't in 2020?The truth is I don't know.Do I look forwardLike every other year,Like every other saying?The truth is I don't know.What I do know is this.I am alive.I [...]
He wasn't the stereotypical hero --The kind to make her swoon,The kind to make her croon.Yet somehow he stuck.He made her smile.He wasn't the knight in shining armour --The protector of the realm,The one who could overwhelm.Yet anyhow he shone.He always showed up.If anything, he was an anti-hero.Not the one hoped for by mothers.Not the [...]
When you said You didn't like What I did, I dropped it. When you said You didn't like What I said, I shut it. When you said You didn't like What I thought, I stopped it. And then one day, I realized, I didn't like Who I was becoming. So I picked what I dropped. [...]
Sugar, salt and spice they had put in as suggested. But they were both cream lovers. It was dollops of that love that made their dish of life come alive.
If I were perfect, I would know Exactly what to say. But I bumble for words. If I were perfect, I would do Everything just right. But I make many mistakes. If I were perfect, I would treat Everyone just as they deserve. But I muddle up all systems. If I perfect, I would succeed [...]
"You're not worth it," said they. "If it's about me, then I'll decide," said I. I decided to believe in myself.