Reflections

Toxic Tragedy

I finally watched Baby Boy the other day. Classic Hood movie? Yes, however tragedy more fits its description. The focal point of tragedy being the lack of hope, or the vanity of it .

Yvette continued to hold a torch for Jody although he cheated, lied, talked to her crazy and even had a baby on her. I wanted to reach through my phone and shake her till she realised she was the most powerful character there. She gave strength to his feeble clutch and fed his ‘power’ with her lack of self esteem.

The lack of hope must be a factor for a lot of realities. If you barely feel that goodness can come through for you, anything is permissable. I’m not sure if there’s a complete tangible way to help someone, encouragment of course is key. However, as corny as it sounds, it must start from believing for own self.

Poetry

Pride keeps me in shatters

Pride keeps me in shatters though I’m begging to be healed Screaming for relief but my clutch will not yield

I say I’m doing fine and I promise I’m okay. But my heart is gently peeling pumping blood of disarray

Ruins

In spiritual ruins

That’s how I entered your throne room

Bright with promises you know I didn’t keep
Brokenness mixed with shouts of bravado.

I turned my back to rebuke myself, ashamed you should see me this way

Desperately trying to piece myself together

Forcing parts to fit but always losing my grip. Crying ‘cos it only hurt more.

Yet you waited

For me to forgive myself and allow your healing

But I’m too ashamed so I’ll continue hurting, yearning, bleeding