Nowhere, Somewhere, Anywhere

I came across a divine poem I'd like to share with you all. It was read out in a film called Flick's chicks

What i love about the poem is that it wasn't just a poem, it was also a love letter.

I have tried to find the author of this poem but to no avail.Therefore I am crediting it to Jessica and Joshua Nelson the film writers.

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Nowhere, Somewhere, Anywhere

Nowhere

- the place i have called home most of my life

because nowhere, is where i was understood

inspired,and loved

Nowhere

- is the ground on which i stood

Where my life appeared to make sense

Where i had a place i wanted to be

and someone i trusted there was me

Nowhere

- owns the right to my autobiography

It consoles my spirit,

the shadow of every step i took

the backdrop of just

Every time i would fall,but i swallow nowhere

because he was the only one

who spoke my name with ease

Somewhere

- the place i have dreamed of for most of my life

In my reverie, somewhere is where i laughed,

where i cried, where I'm peaceful

Somewhere

- i speak without being silenced by insecurity,

uncertainty and guilt

Somewhere

- is the land of unfathomed desire

Where i walk with my head held high

I know who i am!

I know where i am!

And when i fall,he helps me to my feet

Somewhere

- feels my anguish and

wants to deliver from nowhere

Anywhere

- the place i never thought i would reach in all my life

To exist in the expanse of anywhere is to never

be afraid, never have doubts

To see that your life is only just beginning

Anywhere

- has endless boundaries, endless laughter,

and love with no finish lines

When i stand on the ground of anywhere,

the clouds roll away,and my future is illuminated

with pristine clarity

He walks beside me.

And when im in his presence, i experience

for the first time in my life,

the inability to fall

Anywhere

- consume my heart, consume my soul

I am understood in language and in silence

I am seen from the inside out,from the outside in

He is my home

And in the moment that our lives collided,

he swallowed nowhere

He surpassed somewhere

And as he asked, i followed him

to paradise

to anywhere

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Honest opinions please. What do you think?

- Florence

A tiny seed was sown

By whom or what i do not know

But your heart was the vineyard

Where doubt and lies became

the sun and the rain

A tiny seed was sown

By whom or what i do not know

but a gigantic tree of hatred

grew in its place

Overshadowing everything else

Fireflies

Fireflies alight the night
Making darkness bright.
Flickers of glee
Reminding me
To love even in times of strife.

- Michelle

Copyright 2010 by Michelle D. Hudson. All rights reserved.

A New Dawn

Casting our ballots

With determination and conviction

Hope and tiredness

Worn by the present atrocities

But strengthened by

A glimpse of a better tomorrow

A new constitution

Better than the former

Thanks to democracy

Majority won

Smiles and chants of happiness

Rent the country

A few disappointed but grateful for

A rebirth of the nation.

On a chilly morning

With light showers of rain

A sign of the nations’ cleansing

Cleaning of the shed blood;

History is made

Before a mass of people

Constitution is promulgated

By a stroke of the pen

Freedom is felt

Tears of joy streamed down Kenyan’s faces

We smiled with renewed hope

Atrocities spoken of

As a yesterday’s predicament

We reach for freedom

Blood bonds

Happiness; peace

As we bid farewell to

Tribal inclinations

Dictatorship

And blood shed

We usher in a new Kenya

With screams of laughter

It is a NEW DAWN for us

Finally

Am proud to be Kenyan

Still a long way to go

But

We are certainly getting there….

LIZ

Atrocious Leadership

ATROCIOUS LEADERSHIP

Born in the 20^th century

Most happenings gone:

Catastrophic incidences

Leaderships;

 Characterized by

Insolence and impunity

But

Still imprinted in the elders mind.

Loads of gratitude to history

I got the insight

Of what entails dictatorship

A country chained and

Locked in a cocoon of hostility

A people gagged

And speeches done in whispers

Freedom enclosed in a transparent capsule

You can see it, feel it

But never touch it

Yours but never yours to keep

Divide and rule methods of governance

Tortures by the government

As they engorge their pockets

The common man suffers

Remains destitute

While

The greedy minority

Widen the rich-poor gap

Democracy

A talk that’s never walked

Tribal lines drawn

Brothers turning against each other

Each with blood lust

Hatred and disdain take over

Much for the selfish bastards gain

But

Loss to the underdogs

Hope not lost

We fight

Praying for a better tomorrow

A tomorrow

That all are proud to be Kenyans

Resources are equally distributed

A right to dissent

And sanctity of life upheld.

A tomorrow that’s free

It’s near

I can smell it…..

LIZ

Fatherless Man

I know it may be inappropriate for me to say –
considering I am a woman –
but I confess
it is your ass that initially attracted me.
Round, sitting high in the air,
I wanted you immediately.

By the time I noticed you checking me out,
you were walking towards me.
A staggered and cocky swagger,
black jeans hugging your sculptured thighs.
The perfect ornament for your broad, chiseled chest.

When you spoke, your words hung in the air,
but your lips enticed me while your brown eyes
made everything about me melt.

I know this admission surprises you, for I concealed my lust.
Leaving your body for another day. Opting instead
to pursue your wit, dreams, hopes, and desires.

Albeit my queries fell upon deaf ears.
Yes, you wanted me.
Weak, you asked to smash that very night,
but I had to shut you down.

See, Brother, you’ve got to work for this.
Even if it is only your body that I crave,
I don’t give mine away so easily.
The silhouette of my curves dance beneath my clothes
drawing you to my luscious coiffure and sinuous lips,
but I am more than a skirt.

Boundaries established, you wait.
I soon learn, however, that our work is hardly done.
As you earn your way into my bed,
your lackluster concern for protection frightens me.

Aren’t you the same man who goes on and on
about your love for your mother, in part, because
you don’t know your father?

Secretly searching every man’s face for familiarity?
Seeking the embrace of your father
more than that of a wanton woman’s legs?

Can’t you see?
What we do here matters.
Whether you view me as a woman you want to make love to
or a piece of ass that you want to run through,
what we do here matters.

Remember that son you talked about?
The one you love so but his, as you put it,
crazy ass mama, won’t let you see your son without drama?
Did you once look at her the way you gaze at me now?
Did you want to hit it or make love to her?

At what point, did she become useless?
At what point, did you become a dad who’s a fatherless man?
At what point, did you decide to pass that tragic legacy onto your son?

When does the cycle end?
I can only tell you that it will not begin here.
As much as I’d like to tap that ass –
no joke –
I’ll wait. Or even pass.
I don’t want to rear a child who grows into a fatherless man,
forever searching faces for reflections of himself.

Again, what we do here matters.
Exactly, what are you willing to do
differently?

Copyright 2010 by Michelle D. Hudson. All rights reserved.

MY DAY

I was awed
of cause by intelligence
And flow of thoughts
Ink on paper
Was just an icing
on the delicious cake

My day it was
For paths we crossed
I never described me-
pussyfoot
But
this day
My tongue, I lost
coherence was an alien
and stupidity
I did paint

I dread a second meeting
I long for that physique
Entangled in this dilemma
I rehearse for MY DAY-
Next I mean
Reason departs me
As I swim in fantasy....

LIZ