For My Sisters. For My Brothers. For You.

musings from the wistful writer


You are not a misspelled word.
You are not a secondhand piece of ragged clothing.
You are not the terrible ending to a B-list movie unfolding,

The midnight hour on your darkest night, you are not it.
The crumbled piece of paper thrown in frustration,
The echo of the closed door,
The meaning behind the word “Bitch,” you are not . . . it.

You are blue skies on the clearest of all days
You are voluptuous, rich in every detail- mind body and soul
You are extravagant, you are something to behold

The sweetest tooth on Valentines day
The finest piece of Gold,
The blossoming Cherry Tree in the beginning of Spring,
The mouth watering flavor of your favorite birthday cake.

Look yourself in the mirror,
Tell yourself this:
“God didn’t create me because he was bored.
He created me to bask in Heavenly bliss.
On earth,

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Author: motloungmaditjhaba

I am an African woman who enjoy reading novels,listening to music,writting poetry is my addiction and I am a loving person.I am taking this journey to find myself.I realized that in order to find peace in my life, I got to let go and accept my imperfections.You might not know me with the naked eye but I believe my art will paint my image in your head perfectly well.I've met you before in the world only known by us.I've seen your smile and you are a friend,sister,brother,mother,father without limitations.With your love I conquer anything and build the strongest foundation and path that lead to eternal happiness.

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