makanalani

When I look at you, my little one,
I shouldn’t see my eyes or my smile
in your sweet little face,
but I do,
as you smile back at me
with expressions I recognize
as my own.

I watch you play and expect to find
some unfamiliar way in you,
some distinguishing characteristic which might betray
what my heart has come to believe,
that you are mine.
Instead I see myself,
a living depiction of the little girl I once was,
a girly girl, as you mother your dolls,
play in my make-up,
and make believe you’re a princess
in your fluffy, sparkly, night gown.

When you talk you talk like me.
When you laugh you laugh like me
and when you’re angry you’re stubborn, like me.
Our skin, our eyes and our hair are different colors,
but our spirits are the same.

You are my daughter,
predestined for me, as a gift from Heaven,
from the beginning of time.
Your name is no coincidence,
but was given to you, by God,
before you came to me,
to plainly declare His providence over your life.
You did not come from my womb,
but from His heart and mine
and there you’ll remain, always, my little one.

irish fantasy

Won’t you take me
with you,
on your ride to the sea
through the emerald green fields of Ireland,
to watch, as you say, the skies turn dark grey
and the waters, white with lightening?

Will you hold me close when the thunder roars
and the seas churn rough and angry?
I’ll pretend to fear, for my sake, my dear
just to feel your strong arms around me.

Let’s stay and watch, and wonder a while
at mother nature’s fury.
And then, as you say, a nice end to the day,
we'll snuggle by a fire.

A bottle of wine, a blanket for two,
the flames softly lighting your face
and the warmth of the fire will spark our desire,
take us to another place.

akram ali

we consider women in [the] east like [a] queen, no one can touch her...but in [the] west [women are] like cigarette, any one can smoke it and crush her by his foot.

today at the beach

you are invisible

my eyes are blind to your presence,
i no longer succumb to your manipulative smile.
my ears are deaf to your voice,
i no longer cringe nor shudder when you yell.
my skin recoils at your touch,
i loathe your greedy caress.
my nose is numb to the scent of your cologne,
the fantasies, once stirred, are long in the past.
i don't crave the taste of your lips,
they are like rotten food to me.
my heart doesn't flutter
when you walk through the door,
you no longer have the power to break it.

regrets

What thoughts did cross my child mind,
So young and free and undefined;
Dreams of love, of wedded bliss,
No visions of a withheld kiss.

Then, should I blame the younger me,
My ugly fate, who could foresee?
My ears had yet to be so stung
By his cruel and venomous tongue.

He tore me down, my spirit he robbed.
I hid my pain, in my pillow I sobbed.
I did fight back, you can be sure
But an angry life I could not endure.
Wearily, I at last gave in.
Why should I fight if I could not win?

But, why, you say, did she not leave?
My God, for love, I strove to please;
And too, my pride kept me at bay
From breaking promises made that day.
But now for wisdom, my God I plead;
Please show me where my path doth lead.

to all of my "concerned" judgers

it is true, i no longer am the person i once was,
nor am i yet the person i will one day be,
but for now this is all i can be.
so, go back to your perfect lives
and let me be.

just one thing to say

my husband is a prick!