For one of my poems using a quote from Desmond Tutu about hope.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, combines themes about relationships, postcolonialism/ social criticism, and self-perception/ awareness/ growth.
I’m great at helping others in the fields. I feel I have a certain expertise, like listening to others’ likes and implementing them, especially if it has to with cooking or baking. The latter is, at times, a therapeutic form of stress relief, where I get to chop things and bludgeon the dough into submission 😀. I’m generally a great listener, except when someone is stubbornly narrow-minded, then i prefer not to converse or listen to them.
As an MA holder in English Literature, I l9ve to read, the more varied the better. I also write opinions, editing of thesis, poetry, and judging different types of books: novels, anthologies, and poetry. When it comes to my writing, I know I’m verbose, visual, and descriptive, which help when I feel stuck while I write. I like taking a detour in my writing before completing my original ideas.
As a daughter, wife, and mother, I love nurturing those I believe are mine! They all enjoy their food more when I make it, even if it’s a lowly sandwich 🥪 😋!
I’m an excellent helper to those who ask for it, or not, as I insert my services without being asked. That can lead to problems with some people, apparently! But, I don’t know why!
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, raises a variety of themes that are humane in nature: relationships, postcolonial/ social criticism, self-awareness/ growth.
What is one thing you would change about yourself?
It feels like the world spins and flows like a river, unstoppable, and when it seems as though you don’t have enough time for everyone you love. As a nurturer and introvert, I bottle up my worries as I try, unsuccessfully, to take care of everyone’s needs before my own. The time, I would like to have is so that I can take care of myself better. That way, I can give more.
Sometimes, the world around you feels so oppressive that it stumps your ability to navigate a world that supports murder, death, and genocide of those weaker. That feeling carries into your home, blocking your capacity to be there for your family, as it drowns you, constantly, in visions of charred bodies, women, children, elderly, even infants in incubators die. How can I reconcile my compassionate nature with what I’m being asked to bear witness to?
How can I perform within my family when I’m bombarded by such visions of violent, thoughtless aggression against the innocent? Why is it that I have to witness peoples’ lack of humanity as they watch and do nothing?
Sands of time start with a babe’s Conception of sperm and ovules, Its development takes time; Birth is a necessary hardship for the crime Of having a babe to nurture and instill Ethics, beliefs that take root And can’t be uprooted by a boot. Into adulthood, it grows and will fill
The shoes that were too large, But now, too tight as it’s surpassed its cage, Soared to become a leader, humane In treatment of others and transcend the bane Of chaotic filled desires that blinds Your progress. In time, you’ll regress Into infancy’s needs while powerless to halt the demise Of what you’ve forged, ending up loose sands.
If you didn’t need sleep, what would you do with all the extra time?
The time I’d spend sleeping would be used for deeper thought processes, which lead to better writing, especially poetry, as it’s best done while at rest. Reading, whether news, novel, or books on belief systems, assessing and comparing them to my values, is another way for me to understand others. Moreover, by thinking and writing about them, I can get my feelings across and help others see a different perspective.
Author, poetess of book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change.
The time for death is near, Near the hearth of family, Family, whose the sole perpetrator, Perpetrator of unconditional love. Love, that’s the ravager of loneliness, Loneliness that drives despair, Despair, that’s the cultivator Cultivator of dispossessed souls, Souls that needed love, received brutality. Brutality that’s emotional and physical, Physical breaks that takes ages, Ages to mend, but never overcome, Overcome completely the degradation, Degradation of Death’s door that opens Opens for all aggressors who’ve torn, Torn away at your confidence. Confidence that you rip out of their palms, Palms that are covered in blood, Blood of the innocent who survived, Survived hell on earth and won, Won the war over death’s door.
“I, a bird from a confined prison, sings for liberation because of the death of liberty.” Mayyu Hamim
When the power of the pen is stronger than the image it represents, people start accepting their confined prison as their only reality. However, when a people have been confined for decades, their only recourse is no longer humanity’s humanitarian help, but rather a spiritual one, where they rely on justice in the afterlife instead of that of politicians.
For all those who’ve been murdered unnecessarily in Congo, Somalia, Palestine, Bosnia/ Herzegovina, India, Rohinga, and many more, our hearts are bleeding with yours. Plus, if my only contribution is a word, poem, or comment here or there, excuse my powerlessness in the face of global economies that rule our world.
I’m reviewing several books: poetry and short story anthologies. I’m enjoying the variety in writing styles and perspectives. I’m a bookworm who writes poetry and her opinion, freely, trying to be as honest as possible. Reading is my gateway to a world of unknowns that makes more sense in writing as it feels as though it has logic behind it.
My book: Perfectly Flawed poetry for change is poetry that critiques colonialism, injustice, and fosters self-worth and growth.
What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can?
I hate clearing and cleaning the breakfast/ lunch/ dinner table as it’s always in use, and if each person leaves 1 object behind, that makes for 5 things to pit back!!!!
Another thing I hate is ironing. I know it’s not always a daily routine thing, but I delay it until I have a huge pile I want to continue to ignore!