When I feel like I can’t sing anymore
Words trapped in my throat
Songs lost in my mind
I rely on you
It’s just us two
When my voice no longer says things I want it to
When breathing is a chore
Living is a bore
And hurting is all I know how to do
I rely on you
When no one can give me a reason
To keep fighting
To keep living
I take a deep breath
And I find
On you I can rely
I have known for a while
That every body hides
And even though no one says it
It’s okay not to be okay
For a while
I don’t need anyone to save the day this time
I have you.
I’ll be fine
I fell apart after you left today
I don’t know
Is it because I will miss you
As if you haven’t left and I haven’t missed you before?
Is it because I am falling so deeply into who you are and I am scared
That no amount of time and space will ever be enough for me to love you
I am left fragile
Tears streaming down my face
My heart preparing to be broken
Preparing for a funeral
Who is dying?
I don’t know
I worry that all the words we say
The time we spend
The way you make me smile by just breathing
That it won’t be enough
To hold this together
I worry that moments of passion are just that
That you will leave me
That I will leave you
And future plans
Will die as thoughts
Maybe that’s what the funeral is for
I love you
Is that enough?
You demon of a human being
Been running around in my head trying to keep me down
Making me feel things that make me frown
With slow days that seem never ending
Long nights of silence that’s too quiet
No rain or rustling of leaves
No wind or chimes
But those would annoy me too
I am stagnant
Surrounded by caution tape and stop signs
A hollow fool
A full on hollow fool lives here
Full of anger
I love you
I want you
I hate that i want the wanted
Always taken with the taken
And since i saw that you have what you
Need to be what you have to feel needed
Validation is pissing me off
I want to break this disquiet
But its all me
I am seasons of discomposure
I like setting limits that my body always surpasses
Running away from my feelings
And giving into them still feels the same
Two different kinds of pain like
Starving myself hurts different from over eating
Insomnia and somnolescence
Imbibing versus tasty abstinence
Not having a place to escape too
And seeing you feels like heaven
Kissing you feels like Cassiopeia
Loving you feels like breathing
And seeing you leave feels like darkness
I feel that i should accept vexation as my portion
Feelings will always trick me into believing their permanence
I need to learn (I say to myself)
To accept (again)
That i cant love you towards me
I just need to love you from here as you walk towards her
To another season of celestial torment
Im suffocating under the weight of my words
*Black Bleeing Hearts*
I felt more than i wanted to feel yesterday. And i am still processing. This is how i do it.
I dont understand why it is wrong
For me to feel what i feel
Why pain is something to get over
Not something to experience
Why me experiencing it
Makes you mad
Makes you uncomfortable
I love you
But i love myself to
And i will do whats right for me
Even when you dont understand
Im used to confusion
My own and that of others
So dont feel sorry for me
I hate that
Dont ask me whats wrong
I wont tell you
And maybe you are right
(You often are, eventually)
Maybe you wont be there when i am ready to talk.
But i know i will be okay.
But not until i am ready to be.
I want this to be true. Its just that id rather feel what i feel than work to try and get rid of it.
Who are you to ask me who i am?
You dont ask me, you tell me
Saying it one more time…”Your not kenyan”
I am not kenyan?
Who made you the governing authority on all that is Kenyan?
Do you want to see my ID? My passport?
So there are white Kenyans, Indian Kenyans, but apparently Kenyans from the diaspora aren’t real kenyans?
Is it cause my accent is different from yours?
Are the kikuyu and kamba accents the same?
The kisi and Luo and Luya?
Are they? No
So why does my accent amuse you?
Yes, yours amuses me
But i never question your nationality.
So what makes you think you can question mine?
I know my mother tongue…but no i dont speak it.
I know swahili, but i dont speak it that often..
Honestly because i don’t have the “swahili accent” (whatever that means) so you laugh when i speak like its a joke.
The only joke here is you thinking you can define a nationality by and accent.
Or even by knowledge of geography.
Or knowledge of language.
Or least of all personality.
I am tired of that question.
“Are you Kenyan?”
Can we move on now…
*if not…refer to the beginning of this piece cause im tired of your assumptions*
I breathe you in slow
Its a reflection of how i want to love
Then i inhale it all fast as i look deep into your soul
I hope you see me
I show you in my eyes
What my lips cant speak
I show you with my body
What my eyes dont say
And when i show you with my heart and the words of my mouth
You run away
I won’t say its okay
And i am not pretty
Nor am i beautiful
I am profound, formidable, enchanting
I wont make you see that.
I used to work so hard on imposing my awesome on everyone
Making my greatness clear
But what is great is that it didn’t work
People who thought of me as less than continued to do so
And so i saw the truth
People will do what’s good for them
So i will too
I am just passing through
I am determined to be good to those
That i find on my path
But their smiles dont light it up
My dreams do
Ambitions, affirmations, action
Faith will pull me through
I am no longer afraid of myself
My faults and flaws are beautiful
My scars are pretty
My darkness is life
My pain is progress
Heart still beating fast
From my last encounter with what i thought was love
When all the love was within me
Heartbeat slow from realization
Epiphanies sedate me
But my heartbeat is kept
So till my last breath
I will breathe life in
Take adventure into my lungs
Gulp it down and sometimes sip slow
But i will never stop trying
I will never let myself go
But you….i can live without…
With or without you all…i will thrive
These three pictures are magic to me.