Mimi's Space

In the motherland I met people who looked like me. But our stories were different, I was a lion facing fierce lionesses  who scramble and survive.

You will never know the power of words, until someone throws it back in your face. And you’re left trying to mend the damage you caused.

Choice without choice I want to own businesses Instead of marrying for sake of it I want to build skyscrapers Instead of just making bawling babies  difficult decisions make me a woman but my choice is a legacy of the macho culture that we think we have broken but how have we when I must choose, and make the assertion that one is less than the other How is it possible to make the choice!

Before You were screaming and I was sobbing When I looked at you, you yelled go to sleep I couldn’t without feeling hopeless After I am proud of the struggle you overcame I wish I could be just like you Minus the heartache Subtracting the suffering Equates to pride…Equates to you

I thought you were a stranger Yet cut from the same cloth With a zip, right across the middle Separating us Believed that words were everything Until I realised language was only a barrier And like all barriers can be destructed since it didn’t stop me from having your eyes

Look at me again and I will shout! Fall down the stairs Bang my head on the wall Jump off the ledge you left me screaming out a window that did not exist leaving the back of throat  acidic still scared and you know You recognise the hurt behind the bags under my eyes exhausted and weak bitter and broken, yet still capable of functioning Sweet memories just deteriorate don’t worry because I will never forget