and when the night unfolds i ask the universe as i was told never good never enough for what makes a woman good for what makes her enough? how much of too much is too little what makes more a little less? for time and time again she’s always told you’re never enough no matter what for whatever it takes may we all remember we are all passersby wanting to leave a mark in the doorway of humanity’s historical evolution whether man or woman it doesn’t matter as we are all good enough more than enough capable of being enough.
i smile, remembering you over midnight sweet peanut butter sandwich snacks i smile ‘cos it tastes just like your kiss the first time over in your place you wrapped your arms around me, the world stopped in an instance i was completely in a state of deep trance.
i smile, remembering you over morning coffee caffeine kick i smile ‘cos it is just like you, bitter at first as it slips through my lipstick you made me wander through life with your sweet, bitter swag flick i was utterly, completely stunned by your effortless slick.
i smile, remembering you over late afternoon writing spree i smile ‘cos i sure could write the most romantic imagery one could read to see you will have a movie-worthy character development with glee i am writing you a story for free.
you see i’m trying to write here a verse or two ’bout the day i met you for i swear i’ll never be able to forgive myself if i don’t let you have a clue of how my life changed the first time i laid my eyes on you i was naive at seventeen but fell hopelessly in love with you.
fast forward to today, i’m still truly in love with you gosh, how long has it been? a decade or two? it doesn’t matter ‘cos i love you so.
what if we never meet what if we didn’t fall in love what if I didn’t leave what if you didn’t let me go these and many more, i wonder ‘cos i am tired of playing pretend that i don’t miss the sound of your voice the feel of your touch against my body the tenderness of your lips when it touches mine these and many more i missed every moment of every day from the time you went away (or i went away) to this day how long has it been? i don’t know but i remember will i let the universe decide our future? will i allow the cards of my life take its rightful way to you? or will i be courageous enough this time to say “it’s you i am choosing?”
The doorbell rings, and your character answers it – finding nothing but an envelope with nothing on it. They open it and follow the instructions.
“It Ain’t Winning If Without You” is officially an “all-time Amazon Best-Selling Book” (not even in n” New Release” category) in less than 24 hours of the pre-order release announcement.
Amazon All Time Best – Seller Rank:
4 in Poetry About Death
(i am 2 spots away from the brilliant Rupi Kaur, how amazing)
29 in Family Poetry
51 in Death, Greif, Loss Poetry
As I was writing this post, my editor sent me an updated list, and it’s now officially #1 Amazon Best-Seller in less than 24 hours, pre-order only.
Amazon New Release Category Best-Seller Rank
1 in Poetry About Death
2 in Poetry About Family
THANK YOU, MY WP FAMILY, FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT, ESPECIALLY TO IVOR, SADJE, AND REENA, FOR WRITING THE FOREWORDS.
i was a child of lies and compromises i was a child of disputes and pretenses they say i was doomed from the start broken before even i become whole.
i was a child of maybe’s and differences i was a child of what if’s and controversies they say i was a disaster in the making condemned even before born.
they say it made me stronger they say it made me braver but i was a child i don’t need to be strong i don’t need to be brave.
a child i was i need to have a playground i need to be in a safe haven the womb was not even my haven.
it didn’t matter though even if i didn’t have a playground even it i didn’t have a safe haven for true enough i am stonger, braver.
but if there is any a great woman that i am is gravely afraid of that is the completely abandoned and forsaken child version of me in need of a playground, in need of a safe haven.
damn! finding haven is the hardest scavenger hunt.
A single line prompt for this week by Reena:
“The only ghost that scares is a past version of you.”
if you know my story you’d be amazed for mine is the modern account of an era where women are regarded as the weakest human version mine represents the zeitgeist of the unfortunate era for women an era when if a woman speaks her mind she is stubborn she is selfish she is arrogant.
if you know my story, you’d either hate me or love me hate me for not standing up for myself or love me for being the most resilient patient woman, you’d probably encountered this age.
however, you take it i guarantee you i am well aware of my rights, my dispositions my priveledges and i will fight the moment i am least expected to retaliate.
that’s who i am strong determined empowered but resilient and patient most importantly i never rage a war without a game plan so if you think i am weak, and you can just step on me; hold on, dear and be afraid for war usually begins at the break of dawn when the world is in complete halt and silence.
this is my story and it could be anyone’s story too.
For Reena’s Exploration Challenge, i used this verse as inspiration “I’m sick and tired of being called ‘mortal’ like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.”
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