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Beware of Human
Predators Drawing My Own Lines
Is Death, Justice?
My heart is
aching...
My rapist died.
And I asked myself:
©fania simon
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Am I not a Boy?
The things you do
to me
Turn me from dough to soft
And your words keep me in bondage
Near your harmful bed.
I know the world
Would never believe me.
Am I not a Boy?
I was a child born out of the same crime
A Mortal man turned me into swine
And now you've tied me silently
And pulling me again
Into a chamber of pain.
Am I not a Man?
©fania
simon
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"Child is Playing
Victim For Too Long."
Sitting here in the dark
Calling the chords
Of childhood remembrances to mind.
I say, hey, please come down here now!
I see a mad shadow waiting for me inside this home...
Right here in the dark,
He's waiting for me.
But no one
came forth to rescue me.
They said,
"Child is playing victim for too long."
©fania simon
The heavy wind is blowing,
betraying the sky that covers me to sleep.
And it is early in the day
It's already chanting its power
To the trees, to the women, men and the children of the land.
Up there, take off the floor of the sky
And now it's coming towards me,
Hey! I am poor but not ready to die.
What can I do?
I am just "little me" before you...
Even mountains together can't rise against you.
You kill and kill and kill but always the poor.
How do you expect us to love you?
To eye you, I climb trees above leaves,
Now I realize that
I'm really nothing compare to you.
So let me cry with them, mortals that are
sleeping outside,
Begging you to spare our very last breath.
O' wind! I fight to rise from mud.
But I'm not ready to turn to dust.
Hire me, o' please hire me!
Let me count your dead.
Until I am forever tired.
[Thunder is speaking in tongue]
*******
[I answered]
"O' you want your death toll?"
200,000 INNOCENT people DEAD.
© fania simon
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"A big head is only heavy when the NECK is
not strong." Yoruba saying...
Reflections of Mother Nature
Women, we work hard.
From sun up to sun down,
We work hard.
We are raising the children
Taking care of the home
And the husband too...
Verily I say, we work hard.
But still,
On earth there is more.
We can reach within ourselves,
Take our creative skills,
Focus, and start a small business.
Right here on earth,
We can do more.
Why do we put so much faith
In just getting a job?
If we want, we can go for a career instead.
And while we are smiling and moving the heavy days,
We can collect our well earned bread.
O' women, we are smart!
We are the Mother of this earth.
Let us reach inside our feminine power,
For there's no limit, no barriers in our spirit.
Let us conquer our fears and let all negativity go.
Let us shoot for our rightful place
In this mysterious sky...
See, having a degree is good,
But if we upgrade our "native intelligence,"
Everyone would pay us the respect we deserve.
Then, we would gladly teach them
How to walk in their own shoes...
For we are Womb-MAN!
Go ahead,
Let us start a relationship with change.
Embracing our internal selves and dream "change..."
But on the physical side,
Let us still show our natural glow.
Hey women!
Grab your bags.
Grab your natural lipstick.
Fix your hair and stand upright
Stand before all earthly opportunities.
Don't be afraid to be magically "ambitious."
Don't be afraid to be GREAT!
© fania simon
Here's one simple way. All you have to do is get a barrel
Everyday, drop something in it that you think
Then, when the barrel is full, close it properly
And send it to someone less fortunate.
Use a non-profit organization, a church
Or just deliver the barrel to the family/person yourself.
It is that simple to make a difference in someone's life.
Remember, you do not have to be a Saint to do Saintly things."
(My first school supplies for the children came from Patanisha)