It is sad that it takes us to see certain things/ events in order to see what we have taken for granted; what is right before our eyes. It is catastrophic when remain blind after we have seen these events.
There are no opinions associated with the truth. It is what it is. There is no flexibility in its answer. A part of the truth is not the truth. There is not my truth vs your truth. Only truth. It does hurt, but it will set you free.
If women suffer from penis envy, it can be safe to say that most desire what they do not have and can never obtain. However, our male hegemonic thinking has swayed our culture what the real power is, my friend. I do not know what it feels like to give birth, but the true power in the vagina. The women have the tremendous task of caring and delivering life.
I do not suffer from vagina envy, but I do recognize the ultimate beauty and sacrifice women do on a daily basis. The female body is stronger than the males body in so many ways, that really matter.
Today, I applaud my ladies and their ability to maintain while their adult body goes through teenage puberty-like changes. This note is for my fellow male compadres to recognize that women are not weak, but demonstrate their power in another manner. And, if men believe they rule the world, the perhaps a woman’s touch is needed to move us away from this ultra violent and seemingly self destructive society.
Men and women must work together, utilizing their unique powers to make this world a place of peace and prosperity.
The pain runs so deep, the truth long denied. The tears are here, but inside me paralyzed.
Labor pain turn to labor pangs. There are songs never written and those written; but, never sang.
My hurt is shared by few, for my dear unborn
I am not sure if they know Still Born means you were STILL BORN.
Yet, I am left to reminisce with no memories of a kiss.
No real face only a tiny little frame that came from a labor
that produce so little pain, but yet the greatest pangs.
Anticipation of the future burst with a leaking water bag. Helpless to help, I am too numb to even feel sad.
We walk through the motions pretending to be strong
Just waiting for the moment to be alone so I don’t have to fake like I’m strong.
Afraid of the pain, I ran like a coward. Retreated into selfishness. Even mad at GOD, so full of bitterness.
I wanted to box but found my arms were too short, so I got on my knees and asked “Please, remove my hurt.”
Today you would be six and all six years, you I have missed
Wondering what you would look like on Fox’s who’s turning 6.
Then I think back and feel I was robbed; Never got to see the dreams in my mind manifest
One picture of you in mind only exist.
But there you are—Frozen in Perfection.
My baby daughter,
My guardian angel,
My heavenly protection.
This year, I will not cry, I will not ask why?
Don’t think I will ever fully understand; but, I recognize your in better hands.
Taking like Enoch, it makes me smile. My child was so perfect, ALL-THAT-I-AM wanted to keep my child.
Our loss is Heaven’s gain. And I kept my promise to you, that I will always remember your name
Tough your not here in the flesh we still celebrate your day.
Daimyo loves you and wishes you the Happiest Birthday.
Happy Birthday, Maya Alisia
You can’t avoid the obvious, no matter how much you ignore it.
The top 1% of the US has applied the Willie Lynch theory to all Americans. Divide and Conquer through fear, greed and ignorance. Pawns fight pawns where bishops, and royalty live safely in their castles.