Lynn M David

March 18, 2012 at 10:05am Female genital mutilation is a dreadful practice The season of silent pride in pain is about, amidst them I once was to the tell  I listened to tell a tale but unlike the gossipers these is but from the hosts mouth  from tender age they are feed  its a phase to embrace without fear  to no longer be a mere girl is a diamond stage eagerly awaited, but beyond these ego there is a small child,in my words I quote the picture       Barbaric Glamour Thought of banishment,shame and hysteria is a blade so feared. But beyond these plains and within it was embraced by courage and determination to reach the 'phase' That old woman hands shaking with a rusty blunt blade she cut,slashed into my raw surface she stitched... I was not to cry with just a wince OUCH! mother was quick to order quite! It was the will of the gods they say,a woman was to endure the pain of a chop and hot plastic decor...

 QUESTIONS Hurt and broken,I questioned How will i live and fight? Then I looked within and around SO filled and strong How could I question? When at the thought of it my eyes shone, just at its mention I had smiled. IN it I did have to be perfect Free as a bird at last How could I question? Given with adorance by the caring With no demarcated boundaries Even the pain had shied away YES!I scrambled but didn't crumble How could I question When it blazed in every handshake, Its ambiance radiating from every hug Its  shine sparkling gracefully from eyes around How could I question? I lived by it,swore by it and worshipped by it. How could I question my eternity? I was no writer nor poet,BUT in it I thrived among them. HOW COULD I QUESTION LOVE!

Mama  September 14, 2012 at 12:18am Mama I thought I was woman enough to akimbo before you, Until last night while walking home, Drowning these memories in the rain, Biting my lip to transfer the pain. How wrong I was, For a blind holy brute I was, Yes mama, So innocent and pure, I had a crush! It was an accident flash. But he took notice. We flew high making promises of no colour, He made hell look heaven, Beguiling me to believe in fairy tales. Playing his favorite game was the height of it, Singing his name as he danced the tune. A lady I was at dusk a woman at dawn Mama at the sight of conception He took his flight saying it was just but  infatuation. Mama he left me to succumb the wrath of our actions. The aftermath surreality … A pain so deep, Broken and scrambled. I crawled here in the dark mama To drain my face In a casket of tears so i can forget. Oh crumbs! Mama you knew better not  but BEST BY:       ...