Dragged

Dragged

feel as light as a feather
My emotions seems to fly at any wind blowing direction…
I just can’t hold and control.
My screams are explosive and loud,
But no one ever wants to hear me out…
They claim they never heard me shout.

Anger boils through my heart with rage.
Piercing out with some partial self hate.
I’m being cuddled by fear and hurt and shame…
There’s so much to this pain.
But I just do my best to block this negativity out,
I’m almost numb to it…

I’ve been tortured and raped…
Each day he comes around,
His hard presence always feels closer and deeper.
Tearing fabrics like he is King Kong or some character from a vampire or possessed movie…
Pain pumping through my veins,
My heart beats sounds as good as the beats by *Drey* Like audible as connected to a Bluetooth device…
And 10 times faster.
My mouth is being covered, so is my breathe.
There’s always sweat and a package of goose bumps,
I always have to beg for his Mercy…

Don’t look at me like that, I promise I mean it…

And for the past years, I have been a slave to my memories…
Whipped and molested repeatedly,
Day after night…

Come on,
Society judged me
You judged me…
You beat my ears with your mouth,
But some days, the side effects of this mouth to ear thing recks me…
Cos you have no idea where I have been and what I’ve been through.
And for your info,
There’s nothing fun about doing something you never wish to be doing but have to,
Just to keep you alive and far away from the everyday pain…

I Know my dressing gives you the conclusive impression that,
*”She’s just a hore”*
And like other exposed women, I’m nothing.
But you don’t have to be wrong about that.
After all you never listened anyway.
And what’s the point in protecting what’s already broken…
I mean hiding what’s already stolen…
The flesh that’s already destroyed…
Well!

If only these bruises would show on my skin,
Like a three days old unfinished tattoo,
You would see just how much I hurt inside.
I have lost my identity at the tip of your tongues…
Who I thought I was and would be has been slowly drifted into the back pockets of insecurities…

And once again, I stand in front of the mirror and I ask my self,
*”How did I get here?”*

This side is suffocating me…
I’m in the middle of this street and no one can see me die…
Drowning in my tears and no one can see me cry…
I’m lost in my shadow no matter how hard I try…

I’m hungry for believe,
Starving to be understood…
I crave for freedom,
Yelling for justice…

I wanna pass out,
I wanna die,
Fade away
And maybe by that, I will be heard
And I will be *free*

Feelings

Feelings

I have completely lost everything
Lost everyone
I can’t even tell which is my tears of joy and my pain
And I feel each day like I want something done badly
Like trying to figure out something I don’t even know

I just don’t know what I want
If to be what they want
Or just be the always broken indecisive me…

I know I look really beautiful in makeup and that’s too fake.
I know,
But have you ever seen my eyes without makeup or lenses?
Do you know how many mascaras I buy in a week after coming from washrooms?
Do you have any idea how I struggle to be in my senses?

I smile too much cos it feels like a mask
And when I’m all alone in my room at night, and that heavy mask is off,
my water breaks…
Tears flow on default

If my pain were a school
I swear I’d be a school president and awarded the most punctual
Cos my emotions are always active

I’m not too proud
I just don’t know what I do
I hate to admit that I don’t know who I am

I’m either facing the remix from home
Or cracking up on my life
My head is weighing
My heart is breaking
Pleasant memories fading

And the color of my eyes keeps changing

HOW TO WRITE A POEM

HOW TO WRITE A POEM

With poetry, you go in with the “3 Hs”.
That’s the HEAD, HEART, and HAND.
Just to make you a creativity killer.

Poetry writing can be easy and difficult most days. But it’s the challenges you face that makes you more creative.

Sometimes, inspiration strikes and the words just start flowing out of your mind and onto the page.

Here are a few tips to help you get started and write your next poem:

1 Be sure of what you want to write about
Unless you’ve been assigned to write a poem about a specific topic, the first step in writing a poem is determining a topic to write about. Look for inspiration around you, perhaps in nature, your community, current events, or the people in your life. Take notes on how different things make you feel and what they drive you to think about.
Once you have a topic and a theme in mind, the next step is to determine which kind of poem is the best way to express it.

2 Be sure of the format of your poem.
Your poem shouldn’t necessarily have a specific format though, but by determining a format you are sure of your kind of flow.
You don’t want to put yourself in a poem people cannot relate to.

3 Be clear of your words, rhymes and rhythm.
After the selection of format, feel free to read other poems in your line to give yourself a template to follow.
A specific rhythm or rhyme scheme can trigger you to come our with incredible wordplay in your poem. You must understand yours words with meaning and make sure your rhymes and rhythms are related and understood by other readers. Don’t make pairs because you want to make a rhyme.

4 Write the poem
Now it’s time to write! Whether you opt for using a pen and paper, typing on a laptop, or tapping on your phone, give yourself some uninterrupted time to focus on writing the poem.
Don’t expect to write something perfect on the first try. Instead, focus on getting your words out. Even if your lines don’t rhyme perfectly or you’ve got too many or too few syllables to fit the format you chose, write what’s on your mind. The theme your words are expressing is more important than the specific words themselves, and you can always revise your poem later.

5 Edit what you’ve written
Once you have a draft, the next step is to edit and proofread your poem. You don’t have to jump right from writing to editing—in fact, it’s better if you don’t.
Take a break if you are tired.
Don’t stress the mind. It’s okay to take days to complete a poem. Gather more ideas during your break and come back to your poem with a critical eye and a racing hand.
If you are okay showing it to other people to read, make sure they are people who understand art. distanced perspectives, from readers and writers of different backgrounds, can offer up ways to make your writing stronger that you hadn’t considered before.

SPOKEN WORD POETRY, A TOOL FOR HEALING

SPOKEN WORD POETRY, A TOOL FOR HEALING

I wondered how I could help myself.
Been tortured by my past present and what if future? Who else can I talk to?

My emotions are sinking me deep into this pit where there’s no help.
I’m drowning, craving to be heard. I’m yelling, with love I wanna be fed.

I live in pain and loads of questions and yet the only relief is the sound of my pen on paper,
The sound of the teardrop… I watched Annie lay down broken and helpless.

Her eyes are deeply in their sockets, damn she’s so scared.
All she wished for was that there’d just be a wind of miracle.
So she could breathe free clean air. But her life feels like an incomplete puzzle.

She hears my words as they tickle her ears.
Here, her eyes closed and her hand tight in mine,
she sighs in tears… Her cheeks all pink, she smiles.
I could see the relation.

Although she knew there was no time, She had what she wished for.
I had never seen her blush in so many weeks. The smile on her lips sat
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By Theresa Kufuor a.k.a Twitter Lit