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Demand for the best Not a drop less Do not live in dread The monster you see Is a facade A misinterpreted view That's a high mountain Which you were supposed to climb With each step leading you  To your zenith But all you see is the monstrous shadow Step out Delve in Ah ha Cry out at your first fall And every now and then If you wish You can afford a bruise or two But let every fall draw you close Be the hero.

I took a walk heading towards your house But I refrained my steps just at the entry Tried to dial your number But stopped myself mid way. I slide into your social media page Saw your pictures  Your perfect smile Then I left without replying your DM How do you understand? A little bit of low and high.

I'll dress your wounds With mild antiseptic Spread some healing balm on  I'm not a trained physician But I know trauma causes bleeding Several trauma has taught me How to bind my wounds Without a sigh of pain. I'll break your boundaries Make some space For your growth and health I'm not a trained gardener But I know first hand How I hated to be defined  By standards By rules By anything  Not even a title. I'll let you run wild Chase the dreams that haunt your daylight Let you scream Scream out the words from your heart Act out your mind sculptured script Act out every scene Every act of greatness Every bit of grace Giggle, laugh, scream Learn, live I'd let you be the real you. '8:45pm march 8 2020

Trust me if anyone was to write on this subject it would definitely be me. I was born into an apostolic Pentecostal church where jeweries, make up, dancing and certain hair do are forbidden. Childhood was a mixture of both pleasant and ugly experiences.    First, I was abused sexually by a relative in my parent's house. He exploited my innocence and naivety. Once my mom caught him abusing Me. She beat him up severely. I don't know if she forgot about the whole incidence when she asks if I was a virgin. "How?...I was abused, you know that. Don't you?" That's the reply that comes to my mind but barely is uttered for fear of judgment, making her sad. So I'll just reply "yes". I grew up in a poor family. Most of the needs were provided by my mother who earned much more higher than my dad. My immediate younger brother was sick and never taken to the hospital because of our doctrine. My ears were unpierced and I felt like the odd person in the crowd in...

Sometimes I cry myself to sleep when I remember that there's nothing I can do to change these situations. It's the worst feeling.

As I walk past these days May they remain past As I look forward May the future bears no resemblance With the past days As I grow with lack and scarcity May the days ahead be filled with plenty I've cried many bitter tears May I not know their taste again And if I must shed a tear May it spring from joy I've tasted the fruit of lies and dishonesty May its tree be withered from the roots I've seen fragility shatter to the force of evil May these shattered pieces color the days ahead I've been exposed to the scourge of the sun at a tender age Though my faces are patched with sunburns I still radiate this beautiful smile. And Lord, I'm grateful for your goodness May it flow throughout my fears. 04-02-2020 5:50pm (C) Tamara Dame's blog