Write your own history!

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When you let another write your history,
You let them tell your story,
You let them shape your future,
You let them form your culture,

Through a history maimed, dislocated, and caricatured,
Many a people have been left confused, belligerent and fractured,
Tied to the lies of an untrue past,
Unable to make their progress last,

So take your history back,
Fill the historical knowledge lack,
Own it and take its lessons very seriously,
Before who you really are disappears mysteriously,
For true history brings us invaluable lessons from the past,
Today you have a chance to determine how the history of today will read,
Wake up and lead!


Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary

The strength waning in your clout!

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Sometimes you will doubt,
Feel the strength waning in your clout,
Feel ill equipped for life's next bout,
You reach out to the wells of hope and find a drought,
In frustration you pout,
It does not help so you let out a shrieking shout,

But being a determined success scout,
You let an iron will endure the success route,
To the heavens you reach out,
Praying your labor seeds will bountifully sprout,
You are appointed,
Not disappointed,
By the ripening of time.

Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Elegance!

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No dress more elegant than the robes of loving service,

May not feel regal,

May bring a heavy, even painful weight on the shoulders that wear them,

But try them,

And go about the business of living out the truest creed of that noble life giving work,

Before you know it you’ll be looking preciously graceful and glamorously elegant,

In robes so priceless no earthly designer makes them yet!

Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Whine or wine!

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... in life,

You can decide,

Irrespective of where you reside,

Decide to while away your life,

Whining and blaming your past and circumstances and life,

Employing every effort to be embittered by it,

Lap at the shores of regret for all the things which were or could have been yours,

OR you can decide to learn,

Take a new turn,

Learn the lessons from your past and life,

Become better because of it...

Think differently in spite of it,

Look for opportunities where obstacles stand,

Press forward with the stubborn steeled determination and iron clan will,

Remember the toxic effects of bitterness and hatred,

Start in the heart which harbors them...

Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Beauty - a constant youthful high!

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No matter how hard we try,

Court every promise for a constant youthful high,
Employ some cosmetic botox,
Surgery on the buttocks,
Try various transplants,
Face and breast implants,
Out of fear to suck,
Do a tummy tuck,
Every passing day gnaws,
Slowly leaving sagging jaws,
Naturally age will nibble at youth,
Some desperation’s distasting and uncouth,
Age's not really a disease so it needs no cure,
If you ask me I’ll say it really has no cure,
At best you delay it on the outside,
Ageing internal organs the blind side,
But the beauty of the palpable yet intangible heart and mind,
Can grow even through the years of daily grind,
Beyond the assaulting reach of age.

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Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Silence is the manure of abuse!

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Silence is the manure of abuse,

If you are abused,

Emotionally,

Physically,

Psychologically used,

Speak out,

Shout out,

Scream out,

Yell out,

Tell a friend,

Tell a stranger,

Tell Jesus,

Make some noise,

Get some attention,
Start a scene,
Dramatize the act,

Do whatever is necessary,

Until help can hear you,

And report with rescue,

Or else you feed abuse,

Which will grow,

Grow to be a monster,

That will claim your life,

Sometimes violently,

Sometimes subtly,

Abuse can be as good as death,

So even with death threats,

Speak out till help runs in to you,

Or you walk out to help;

Man, woman, child, adult,
Young and old,
Find your voice,

Use your voice,

Save your voice,

Raise your voice... if necessary.

Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Bulimic purge!

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The doctor said the food made me ill,
Gave me a high fever which brought me chills,
The nurse helped give me the prescribed pills,
From the pack lying on the window sill,

I lay there very still,
Praying that at the end of this health-less drill,
I'll have a small bill,
Thank God the poisoning didn't kill,

Nobody knew it was all engineered by me,
I let the food go a little stale,
So after my compulsive obsessive food binge,
It would be much easier to initiate my bulimic purge,
But this time in my desire to lose the calories,
The calories almost brought my life with them,

Oh the toxic pressures of being a skinny teenage girl,
My secret, a secret wrapped in masked pressures.

Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary