Poetry Slam

Poetry Slam:)
Hey, awesome and loyal readers, let’s take a chill pill this week and read some poetry by some amazing women, including me of course. I hope this poetry gets you through the day and makes you want to smile because it has inspired me. If you have any poems I would love to post them when I have a slam again. Don’t forget to add me as a friend and like my blog posts. Oh, and pass my amazing blog along to your friends because nothing is better than “ mumzing my work,” lol, cause as I said before you’re a cool person, and I’m a cool person, so why can’t we be cool people together? Love you guys a lot, and keep your eye out for for next week’s post entitled “ My short skirt" pertaining to how what woman wear says she is either a slut, or educated person.There will also be some comparison to men "sagging" their pants and women wearing short skirts. So... yeah, you can read up on that next week. Stay tuned:)

Who am I ?

I am Nkenge

Daughter to all who are willing to teach me I am caramel colored, mixed with the roots of my family

My individuality and love has toppled over the ocean and is searching for individuals who are thankful for my uniqueness

I am a lion, I aim to protect, because I never want to look into the eyes of a person I neglect

I am a soul searcher

Always looking for good in the hearts of people

Like a flower, I continue to grow and add compassion, love, or hope to my forever blossoming rose

I was born to put smiles on the faces of the lost

My heart and mind soars above the clouds because I am out of reach

I am an eagle because I will always be in flight

Moving, looking, for a mission to accomplish

                    One Flaw in Women

   

Author- Unknown

Women have strengths that amaze me

        
They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy.

 

They smile when they want to scream.

 

They sing when they want to cry.

 

They cry when they are happy

 

and laugh when they are nervous.

 

They fight for what they believe in.

 

They stand up to injustice.

 

They don't take "no" for an answer

when they believe there is a better solution.

They go without so their family can have.

They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.

They love unconditionally.

They cry when their children excel

and cheer when their friends get awards. They are happy when they hear about

a birth or a wedding.

Their hearts break when a friend dies.

They grieve at the loss of a family member,

yet they are strong when they

think there is no strength left.

They know that a hug and a kiss

can heal a broken heart.

Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.

They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you

to show how much they care about you.

The heart of a woman is what

makes the world keep turning.

 

 

HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,

IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.

These Lost, These Come At A Cost Women

I see these city lights and flashy cars

These beautiful women lost under stars

These daughters and sisters and mothers

These lost women

These come at a cost women

Given a glance then a dance

Given the means to live by the fiends of these beautiful women

Lost in a daze of green

A daze I've seen

Spotlights on these beautiful women

Eyes on these and cheers for these beautiful women

Lies in these and fears in these lost women

These come at a cost women

Show, bought and ready to go

At a price higher then they know

These women worth more then gold

Priceless

But still sold Oh these lost women

Don't you know your beautiful

Not hot women

That your beautiful

Not meant to be bought women

Beauty needs to be taught in these women

Instead of this that is not

Left in them to rot

Oh these beautiful women

 These I've seen

Women whos pupils are all green

Men whos eyes are gazed in between wide thighs

Silent cries eventually taking its toll

Night after night eventually breaking the soul

 

I see these city lights and flashy cars

These beautiful women lost under stars

These daughters and sisters and mothers

These lost women

These come at a cost women

 

Don't you know your beautiful

Not hot women

That you’re beautiful

Not meant to be bought women.

Touched by An Angel by Maya Angelou

We, unaccustomed to courage

exiles from delight

live coiled in shells of loneliness

until love leaves its high holy temple

and comes into our sight

to liberate us into life.

 

Love arrives

and in its train come ecstasies

old memories of pleasure

ancient histories of pain.

Yet if we are bold,

love strikes away the chains of fear

from our souls.

 

We are weaned from our timidity

In the flush of love's light

we dare be brave

And suddenly we see

that love costs all we are

and will ever be.

Yet it is only love

which sets us free