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Esha Natu Poem
Slow and subtle, mellow and munificent.
Stripes of selflessness run through her veins.
But there’s something about her that
I can’t describe.
It’s love, deep love- spinning its wheels,
It never ends. Sacrifice, kiss goodbye
and cut loose, for love. Undying
of myriad attempts for happiness
For those she has left.
It’s faith-
We will meet again.
To everyone she has lost,
She will find her way.
It’s courage- fighting
Against wolves, against rabbits
all alone. In that gnarly, crooked life
all alone. All alone.
The grief of bereavement,
‘GRAND’mother was so young!
The grief of dependence,
‘GRAND’mother is old!
It’s something nature’s done,
Enlighten, Empower, Entrench our ways,
Pawn or Queen.
My grandmother, a hero
A role model,
Her ways shine.
I can see her in the mirror,
She can see me too.
She is inside me, I feel it.
She feels it too.
We both know,
Land or Water, Dusk or Dawn
Holocaust or Home, Heaven or Hell,
Her time will never end.
She’s an inspiration to the world.
Copyright © Esha Natu | Year Posted 2018
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Esha Natu Poem
I have absolutely no control
And it’s killing me,
Slowly, inch by inch.
What we often think
As home is really
Just a trap;
A large net that suffocates us
Inside the cocoon.
‘Good Luck trying to escape’
I heard the butterfly whisper,
Before it flew away in triumph.
It’s been a while.
‘It’s just me’,
I start to think.
I start to wonder where the rest
Of it goes;
Where do people
Hide these things?
‘Maybe’
I say aloud.
‘Maybe they’re not.
I started to kick the ground,
And rip out the grass with my bare hands.
I said some things.
I was tired.
I begged for mercy.
I wanted my life,
I wanted to breathe.
Everyone acted like
I was crazy
And they walked away.
But they secretly knew,
The oppression,
The unfair judgement,
And the hatred
was killing me
Slowly, piece by piece.
I have no control.
Copyright © Esha Natu | Year Posted 2018
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Esha Natu Poem
What is it like to be a dreamer?
It’s like being told a honest lie,
and then being slapped in the face.
It’s like being restless,
and lost, in a
Four dimensional
Infinitely floored
Hotel.
It’s like feeling you’ve found
A way to devour the divergence,
But no way
to escape the convergence.
It’s like chasing something cunning,
But also being chased
by something else cunning.
It’s like being jealous,
Jealous enough to lose your mind,
And Jealous enough to make you feel warm.
It’s like being shot up
straight into the sky
But being dragged down
in a never ending spiral.
It’s so crazy,
But it’s also so fun.
That’s why it’s so confusing.
Copyright © Esha Natu | Year Posted 2018
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Esha Natu Poem
You Shut My Crazy Out
You shut my crazy out,
and something in my chest slips.
Something in my chest tightens,
Something eerie sweeps my brain
and tickles me in the back of my neck.
Who are you?
I start to question our relationship,
my existence,
my purpose.
What do you want?
You're so neat and ordered.
You're so focused.
You have expectations and I'm not delivering.
Make me feel like I'm running with a glitch.
What's wrong with me?
Sometimes I act crazier than crazy
like there's something mentally wrong with me.
You can't tolerate it
ask me to shut it
and my mood flips.
Do you even know me?
Sometimes it feels like you don't.
An oversimplification of my feelings amplifies
your black and white
this not that
world view.
It makes me uncomfortable.
If I'm so simple,
why does my gut sting
and tongue spit vile
when you disappear.
It's not right,
I know.
But I don't exist to be right.
I exist because I don't want to miss out.
I want everything before I die,
including you.
Losing all that Testosterone
will do some good.
These passionate fumes need
to blow out.
I just wanna live sometimes.
And sometimes, I can't
help but think
you stop me from doing that.
And that's what hurts the most.
Contest- Love Me Like You Mean It
Sponsor- Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Date- 12/7/19
Copyright © Esha Natu | Year Posted 2019
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