Made of Many Worlds – Poem


Girl Hair

I was born, brown-skinned and a black-eyed girl,

Into a blue-eyed spot in this world –

Blessed with black, thick and rather frizzy hair

Where hair tends to be silky, smooth, mostly blond.

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When I was a girl, maybe twelve years old,

I would lay my head down, on the ironing board

Because a real iron could tame my real hair…

Benefits seemed great… Risks? I didn’t care.

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Sometimes, I would hurt my neck

While trying to look more like my peers…

My silky, smooth hair would cover the scars,

But couldn’t heal burns inflicted upon my ears.

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Finally, my strands lost all strength and shine.

Hurt, bridle and broken, they told me the truth:

Silky and smooth was not to be mine

What was, however, was a gift… divine.

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Some say, I cannot relate to the black woman’s plight.

I’m not brown enough – they say, again and again…

And yet, in the white crowd, my skin’s far from light.

Well, that’s not a loss – it’s actually a gain…

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Some say I’m neither, but I share both bloodlines

So, I take the liberty to claim Angelou’s lines

“Out of the hats of history’s shame, I rise”

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain, I rise…”

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There are descent and wicked people, in every place.

As Shakespeare well said, many years ago,

“There’s no art to tell the mind’s construction in the face”.

This line could apply to the subject of race…

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There’s more that connects than divides us, you see?

I won’t get offended if you disagree…

But, do look beyond the cover, listen to my words –

We live in a world made of many worlds…

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I live in a world made of many worlds…

Even more come alive in the depths of my mind

I pray that this world, made of many worlds,

Becomes one in the One who is color-blind.

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Besides, I’m the world that lives within me…

Letter by letter and word by word –

HOW I look at things determines what will be!

My own world gets recreated, every day, by me…

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I’m no longer looking for my place in this world…

His sweet spot within me is what I’m striving for.

In the midst of it all, still, I have to believe…

That right now and after will surpass before.

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Conversations with a Clock – Poem


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He lived among waiters. They surrounded him
Waiters on the outside – a waiter within
Waiters for their birthday
Waiters for more money
For the kids to leave home
And rain to stop raining.

Once upon a time, he met a wise Clock
It could speak and so it spoke:
“Tick-tock, tick-tock …
If you teach your heart to be grateful and kind
When your time arrives you will not be blind
Tick-tock, tick-tock …”

This waiter was in a rush –
He kept chasing better times
Hence, his ears were widely shut
He’d much rather skip this chat.

Yet,
Tick-tock, tick-tock …
This clock was determined to talk:
“Your life will not last forever…
You cannot afford to be happy never
Tick-tock, tick-tock …”

That verse had the waiter seriously ticked-off
‘Well, I can! And, yes I will!
Clocks can’t tell me how to live!’

“Tick-tock, tick-tock…”

Quietly replied the clock.

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Time waits for no one –
Be it Clock, or be it Man
Tick-tock, tick-tock …

Seconds, minutes, hours, smiles
Running fast before his eyes…
Many wasted, every day…

Always chasing what’s away.

.Without words, yet with each TICK
The clock found him more convinced –
Each day truly was his birthday
And life was a birthday gift.

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Flower Petals Around Her Eyes – Poem


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Croydon Graffiti

She was a beautiful girl

With flower petals around her eyes

Many sad pictures they’ve seen,

This life was born into lies…

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She was created by love

And had a pure little heart…

Yet, before she turned seventeen,

Her face was far from His art.

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If the house, she lived in, had eyes and ears

It would hear constant weeping

It would witness her tears.

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Thus, her soul embraced many a crime

Pictures she saw changed who she was –

No, it wasn’t just time…

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Just like her mum, she too became wild

She quit school at thirteen

At fourteen, she was carrying a child.

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She gave birth and her baby away

Since then, she’s been drinking, every single day.

She tried many evils, under the Sun…

And she run, she run – like a wild horse she run.

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While searching for love and for an escape

She became familiar with the pain of rape.

So, she run even faster, but could not run away

Until… she yielded and started to pray…

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Only then, she knew she was truly heard.

He sounded unlike the others, who yelled,

Punched her belly and slapped her face…

There was only love within His embrace.

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Amazing Grace!

It washed her mind and erased her curse.

Now, she was ready to embrace His verse.

She became His child. She was fifty, by then.

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The world had told her she’s worthless,

and yet… He bought her…

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His Life was the Price!

They studied wrinkles she had acquired

He focused on petals around her eyes.
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She had nothing to give, but gave Him her all
Now, the world sees art – not a dirty wall.
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“Size 0 Town”


diet photoHer name was Naomi. She lived in a town. Since the day that she was born, her mum thought she was too big; and she put her on a diet – forbade her to eat. She lost a few pounds, but still was quite chubby. This mum never gave up though – the goal was her daughter’s “beauty”.

Naomi grew up – beautiful and bright, although quite self – conscious and a little shy… She did well at school, though she barely learned; spent most time at home, without any friend. The reason Naomi has become so sad was because she always believed she was fat. Whenever she tried to relax a bit her mum would remind her: “You’re not perfect yet”. She told her to cover her face with a fringe because of tall forehead and face rather big.

In her teenage years she was very pretty, although quite unhappy, wishing she was skinny. All she thought about was her massive chest; as she counted calories she hated herself. Finally, Naomi addicted to food let the constant cycle affect her good mood. Overeat and vomit, fasting and the rest made her lose control and very depressed. Her weight fluctuated, which has made her ill. She became obese, but this time for real.

Naomi was 19 as she left her town. She moved to a city with fearful delight. By the time she started her fresh and new life she was very shy still, which did make it hard. She kept meeting people though and convinced her mind that she should be happy whatever the size. Diets were the lifestyle still, every now and then. She kept losing weight just to gain it back. She wanted to stop, but didn’t know how. Magazines and TV did not help her out. Summer holidays, she travelled abroad and loved what she saw and she saw a lot. Different shapes on different people who seemed loud & proud about slightly bigger sizes and a thicker thigh. Naomi decided she could not go back, and made up her mind to stay where she’s at.

Now, she was quite far, in this distant place – far away from mum obsessed with the scales. She thought that was it. She could now start living, but all she could think of was how much she’s eating. She didn’t know why, though she ran so fast, the size 0 town kept haunting her down. She let opportunities always pass her by. She spoke to herself “You’re not slim enough”. She kept getting older and had many fears, she was always worried and often in tears.

And then, she fell pregnant with a baby girl. That was the red light she needed – it was time to change. She did really well till a certain time – her mum came to visit from size 0 town. Her mum fell in love with the little one, but kept on repeating that she was too fat. Naomi was angry with comments mum made.  She didn’t want her child to go through the same.

  • Mum, please change the topic, this one we’ve been through. Let’s talk about you. What do you want to do?
  • Let’s meet with your friend – that slim girl and tall, always in good shape, always in control. Is she still a model? Do you keep in touch? I hope she is well… So what would you say? … Oh, yes I remember (sigh). The girl’s name was Asia!
  • No mum, she’s not well at all – died from anorexia!

Naomi decided she would not be angry. She still wanted though to protect her baby – from size 0 madness and size 0 town that so seriously affected her mum. She made up her mind not to let the size rule over her own, or her daughter’s life.