SERIOUS TALK

As you all know I am poet before a columnist or a novelist. So today I am going to write a poem. Like most of my poetry, it is a mixture of fact and fiction. WHY? well this poem will explain why I have to mix reality plus the "unreal". it will also explain a lot of things I do and why I cannot stop myself from doing them. The fiction that inspires me to do this is the movie The Secret Life of The Bees. if you have read any of my works then you may be inclined to ask why most of my writing is centered on pain. Well, this will explain why.

Ever since I was little, I depended on the feelings of others
Every opinion I have is based on the Vibes I get from people's feelings.
My mother calls me Mother Christmas,
She knows whenever I see someone in need I can't help but try.
Although I grow, this afflictions refuses to go away,
I think as long as I live it will stay.

When people shake their heads because I have chosen yet another stray,
I know they are going to do the same when that stray turns around to bite me.
I expect a bite from every stray I meet,
And so far no one has disappointed me.

Even though I know what to expect, I still pick up a stray.
Why?

Because the pain I get from seeing a stray is worse than their bite when they are stronger.
You see, I am ecstatic when they bite because it shows that they are strong enough to walk alone.
Sometimes their bite may be weak; so I stand by the door.
Waiting for them to come back.

And you see, they never disappoint me in that aspect either.
And even when people think I have no emotions, no feelings, no opinions of my .
I do not get angry at their thoughts.

WHY?

Because I know that being able to bear only the feelings of others, their emotions and opinions, gives more pain than having yours.
You see, I cannot get angry at this people because I am happy that their load is light.
I happy happy that they can depend on me.
I am happy that at least in the morning they have hope that their tears will end.
And in their whole life time all the tears they cry will not amount to a puddle
Because my heart is filled with their seas and oceans,
Bodies of water I can unload once in a blue moon.

A blue moon that I face alone in the quiet stillness and rumbling of my soul.
So when someone calls me Mother Christmas, Mama Africa, Mother to the whole world,
I accept it because I learned that maybe that's all I can ever be.

It is all I have ever been.
I am the one who toils in her sleep, to make everyone smile while she is too tired to do the same.
Cause then and only then does the sea level in my heart reduce without so much agony.
It is when the sunshine radiating from their hearts burn some of the unshed tears away.



The Sun from the friends and family that make it their duty to laugh at my jokes (even the unfunny ones). Friends that don't understand why I do the things I do, but stand by me and take care of me when the stray's bite is worse than I anticipated.
Oh can u guys believe I cried when I watched a movie?!??1?/1?! The only other movie I cried for was Sex and the City. WOW