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Christine Morota Poem
We were known for being feminine,
but femininity is not being too sensitive.
It's a serious talk about facts, that all of us should think positive.
We always get belittled, so woman should fight and be active!
We have weaknesses, but can be turned as our strengths to survive
There are many things that we can do, even carrying a life
So what are you going to do?
love the person for being the reason why you're alive
We aren't recognized before a woman who's strong and independent
Slave, naive, a coward and a trash, that is how women being treated
Men are powerful. They are physically strong and being recognized as brave, intelligent and can do anything they wanted
But now we are equal, say yes, to women empowerment!
Women had sacrificed many things even their wants and needs
But being silenced for having no right to speak
Is this how our society should be?
No equality? Pride and a man should lead?
We are essential, a woman should be loved and protected
Not being raped, abused and molested.
Women's capabilities has enhanced society's development
Here comes revolution of women empowerment
I am a WOMAN, not JUST A WOMAN
Let us also be heard through HER story
Let's be fair and do not only rely on HIS tory
Because God created this world with man and a woman
Copyright © Christine Morota | Year Posted 2023
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Christine Morota Poem
You were enchanted by the mystery,
You thought it was love and pursued me.
Been excited to discover every part of me.
Touched me like a book, what an interesting story it could be.
I am just ordinary,
people might see me as an old book
that could not be understood easily.
I am just nobody,
but you brought me up to life
where my existence has been saved from a tragedy.
You have stolen my heart
that made my feelings to ramble.
'T was confusing...
and for a moment, I never thought
that this will cause me to slumber.
'T was frightening...
A nightmare when we became lovers.
We both made this story, a fairytale.
In the end, it's ourselves that we fail.
Fantasizing each word, trying to mend the aching wounds.
It's not the sword that cuts, but the lies that's ripping us
'till we hear the rhythm of the heart that pounds.
I have never lived my life through your expectations.
Still, we tried to chase everybody at their romantic phase,
while being deceived by our own illusions.
As I turned the page, showing fears that I couldn't face.
I laughed when you told me that, alone, I can write it beautifully.
like the songs with a perfect melody.
You think that tearing me apart could turn into a perfect art,
Leaving me afraid and lonely.
I was left there, hanging.
In every page, horrible scenarios are ranging
I was left there hoping,
Just in case there still be a happy ending.
Copyright © Christine Morota | Year Posted 2024
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Christine Morota Poem
Whenever I hear your name,
My heart starts to pound
I don't know if it's lame,
But in my eyes, thousands of emotions can be found.
At first, I don't know if it's love
Having that feeling makes my heart throb.
Your voice is a music in my ears
Repeatedly playing while forgetting my fears
I had this feeling, I kept for years
For I have seen you, with someone else's arms
Those times I cried river of tears
There's no doubt, I was captured by your charms
My heart was captivated for real
I was obvious, but it's hard to reveal
With those emotions I could barely conceal
I'm done confessing and its no big deal.
Copyright © Christine Morota | Year Posted 2024
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Christine Morota Poem
How lucky I feel to live for real,
melancholia that is hard to reveal
imagine.scribble. gives me chill
Live in austerity, an innocuous thrill
How lovely I feel to have this pen in my hand
you wanna look inside of me, and watch me write?
See it in a different point of view
Cause you only got one side of me, and nothin's new
Shocking to feel a positive charge
Unusual sensation in my heart
you wanna look inside of me, and watch me write?
Don't be surprised with a big invisible spark.
Copyright © Christine Morota | Year Posted 2024
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Christine Morota Poem
I stopped writing...
For a moment, I never knew myself
What am I searching for every layer of this shelf?
Could it be you? The one who told me to 'keep writing'
Should I thank you for breaking down my walls?
Might as well write down this thoughts, for you to find out
I always think about you, waiting for your call
Not sure how many times I convinced myself to get over you, that even the calculator can't count.
I stopped writing....
Maybe one day I'll try to keep going,
Ignore the voices in my head that keeps on pulling me down and never stopped repeating
'cause it's time to let go of the things that are not worth having.
I wanna keep writing...
So I tried composing and take down the words that even myself wasn't able to comprehend
Should I consider it 'the end'?
Became undeniably dumb towards you, believed to be the craziest thing
I'll keep writing...
Someday, I wanna be so sure of my thoughts
I wanna be brave for 'what ever happens, happens'
I envy you for having that kind of perspective and was able to stand for what you believe.
So I'll keep writing hoping one day, I'll finally have the courage to put my words into action.
Copyright © Christine Morota | Year Posted 2025
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Christine Morota Poem
She's a poet who writes for relief
and that made her a thief
Destroy every joyful people's belief
because she writes poetry
that will make you feel such grief.
Copyright © Christine Morota | Year Posted 2024
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Christine Morota Poem
You have put different characters in your mind,
Searching for love that anyone in this world have tried, but it's really hard to find.
You paid your attention to the treasures that you could probably feel
the soothing sensation of living in this harmonious systematic universe that is unreal
Yet, no one could question your existence in this world that you created in your mind for an innocuous thrill
A space where you were able to stand still, because you cannot be punished for the times you killed and the moments that you are planning to steal.
And that is how idealistic the society I wanted to deal.
But funny how this humankind could turn you into a creep.
By searching for love you cannot have the person you wanted to keep
A set of standards, words that rip
You have to learn how to swim in this horrible ocean so deep
And you have no idea what happens when you dared to skip.
Copyright © Christine Morota | Year Posted 2025
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