Choices
By: Miracle Man
7/1/2024
Often times God ushers us,
through times of distress.
Giving us confidence,
to share what we profess.
It reinforces our thinking,
and increases our belief.
It then purges our minds,
of any dormant misbelief.
But life is all choices,
few days are a snap.
And due to all this,
we must learn to adapt.
Too many go through life,
seeking to attain inner peace.
Assuming that we own life,
but God alone holds our lease.
Before you condemn me, hear my side,
Don't be too quick to judge, before you decide.
I'm not a criminal, I'm not a thief,
Don't make me suffer for someone else's misbelief.
Prove me guilty before you judge me,
Don't make me a victim of society's decree.
I am not a scapegoat, I am not a prey,
Don't punish me for something someone else did and they got away.
I have a voice, I have a right,
To defend myself with all my might.
Don't assume the worst, don't presume,
Let's make the truth our only room.
I am innocent until proven guilty,
Don't let your biases make me a filly.
I deserve justice, I deserve respect,
Don't let your prejudice make me feel like a reject.
So, I plead with you, please listen to me,
Give me a chance, and you will see,
That I'm not what you assume, not what you hear,
Prove me guilty before you judge me, don't let your fear.
Pebbles surfacing the shore reach my toes,
I dip in each foot to feel the warm reverie-
For I know the beauty that no one knows,
as the gulls are flying with mighty liberty.
I am astounded by nature's sanctity.
Azure waters ease my troubled mind,
the ivory clouds bestow silent relief-
in this moment it's marvel I find,
and I dance and prance in misbelief.
There is nothing as lovely as this motif.
Waves cascade and I drift into a dream,
I am restless and feeling a bit animated-
brilliant is the day with the high sunbeam,
and feeling the charm the Lord created.
For in zealous delight I am saturated.
I need not riches nor wealth to bring ease,
just this canvas of summertime splendor-
in moments like this my anguish does cease,
and I am amazed at nature so tender.
To the Lord's pure essence I surrender.
July 7, 2018
This piece is my thought alone. If it upsets anyone good, because we women need to fight the internalized Patriarchy which has colonized our thought for thousands of years.
it has not always been
sisters are you clearing now
with tiny tin type tweezers,
the patriarchy that sits bone deep
among our apple flowers.
until we form our own thoughts
unshadowed by Adam’s folly
until in freedom are our choices made
far from misogyny’s rule
the tide will remain rolling in
a thoughtless flow of misbelief
about our very being
informed by patriarchic lassitude.
it is useless trying to explain,
no matter how fine the language,
the daily life each woman lives
in fear so deep it binds us
to definitions, not our own,
of what it is to be woman.
we have forgotten who we really are
but SHE has not forgotten us.
A misbelief
breaks into rags.
Still I dream of some gods
on black pages
piecing together the words
of light. The rains come
in the cage of tears,
voicelessly.
Striated muscles of splintered faith
go to cramps birthing
the avatar
without a mother.
I will pick up now
nothingness
from the bounty of silence,
of a stunning question.
Satish Verma
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