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A bookworm me..believe myself to be artistic, reflective, compassionate, spiritual.
Sister of Tamal, an artist and a poet...inspired by the talents of my brother.
Love to vision three goals accepted by the world - women empowerment, justice for all, equal opportunities for children.
I feel grateful, blissful, content with what I am born with.
I do fear direct confrontation, dealing with rudeness and unfairness, afraid of losing my musical voice.
I would like to enjoy flowers dancing in the wind, emerald waves lapping on the sandy beach, waterfalls cascading on coral rocks.
A proud resident of multi-cultural Mississauga, a vibrant city in Ontario.
My last name - Ray - easy to spell and pronounce.
Delightful voices of my children I miss,
Chattering, giggling around me - crave for that bliss
At evening dinner, feel sad to see empty chairs,
Except when joyful celebrations are in the air!
In a broad daylight,
A shadow of melancholy touched my lithe fancies,
As a cloud dims the waving of golden grain,
But then, a sudden sense of fear and pain ran through my nerves like the chill of an icy wind.
I'm so delusional,
It's like I'm working for time,
Maybe with time,
Or perhaps against time,
With a deadly sweet voice caroling like a gold-caged nightingale.
I think I'm living too fast,
Within my pace or lazy.
Is time creating equal opportunities for my gloomy soul?
The quest to know is so real,
And at the same time blurry that it's almost blinding me.
From my poem,
Again, you can hear a thin shrill voice,
Like the cry of an expiring mouse,
Fighting a hidden vague thought associated with time,
As elusive as the smell of a primrose.
He is a baby boy with a beautiful color. He is our infant and soon to be brother. He has a love in his heart that ultimately shines. He belongs to Jesus and is mighty fine. He is a wonderful creation that will always have birthday celebrations. He is a devoted soul that is made whole. He is life covered up with a blanket of prayers that he holds here. One day he will grow up to be a man, a man of equal rights and equal opportunities for a fair goal that will brighten up the globe. He will glow brighter then the shining star and his journey will not stop but go forever far! God Bless you baby boy and many more blessings filled with joy!
Voicing for Women’s rights,
Demanding equal opportunities
For Women
By Men!
No don’t
Poor to act
We!
Women,they themselves opposing!
When I was young
And felt a little glum
My Mum would cheer me
With a plum.
I began to eat them daily,
Demolishing entire punnets
With aplomb.
How I loved those big, fat,
Red-purple fruit bombs
Juicing between my lips,
Never failing to elicit
A contented ‘Yum!’
But one night after
Dinner my Mum
Offered me a yellow one.
I turned my head
And mouthed disgust
At the pale, pus-like
Imitation of my habitual
Fruity dream feast.
This fruit was diseased.
I refused to feed.
I snubbed that sickly grub.
My mother paused,
Then held her breath,
Turning black
Like an overripe plum.
“You know what your problem is,”
She cried. “You’re racist!”
Then she took the entire
Crate of plums and pelted
Me until I was welted
With plum coloured bruises.
“You see, discoloured plums
Still have their uses!”
Now I am grown up
And Minister for Equal Opportunities.
On a celebrity reality TV show
They hooked me up
To a lie detector machine
And asked me if I had
Ever been racist.
I blushed (like a plum).
freedom means a lot to me
what does freedom means to you
to me;freedom is equal opportunities
equal reward for all
kinds of potentialities
to me as well as anybody elsewhere
freedom to speak without favor and fear
freedom to move to anywhere
so far as i want it
freedom is free and fairness
regardless of where i was born
or where i came from
the color of my skin
my religious status
or how i appear
for i am not what i wear
i need freedom spiritually
physically,mentally,emotionally
psychologically, sexually
and freedom financially
what makes me different from others
is what i do with my life