Hey hey!
Hoping this poem finds you well. Sending you massive sunflowers and daisies ! (It’s a metaphor people, don’t come asking for an actual one. hehe) Also, attaching an original artwork for this one.
Almost Dinner Tales
I walk along the street The park Free
No suffocation
No chains attached
I just walk.
The cool breeze feel my skin
The leaves fall right in front of my feet
And I walk
I take in deep breaths.
The wind,
Blowing my hair
Feeling every strand
Freeing it from any bit of patriarchy.
Close my eyes
Continue to breathe
Continue to feel the breeze against my skin,
My soul.
I run to the pawn shop
Give away the ‘self-protection’ pepper spray dad bought for me when I first moved to city
Buy flowers
I walk
And I walk
I give the flowers to the man I love
And as he holds my hand,
It feels so right.
I drop my sister and my brother to the football stadium,
She’s the captain of their team.
The women
The men
The us
Walk on
Doing the same, different, similar things.
The wind,
Freeing every bit of patriarchy.
This is what future looks like to me.
Dad says I’m being over ambitious.
Mom says ‘why not’
As she watched the game and dad cooked dinner.
–Sekulu Nyekha
Gigantic love sealed with prayers,
Seku
Also, mail me at [email protected]. I’ve been told by one of my favorite teachers that I’m a good listener. 🙂
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