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

When tall dreams call!

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The race is daunting and long,

Be not be paralyzed by the crippling fear of being wrong,
The task is tall,

But we must heed the call,
The call is urgent,

The challenge is big,
The need dire,
Mediocrity wouldn't do,

We have permission to stretch a little more, 

Do a little more,

Dare a little more,
Dream a little bigger, 
Run a little faster, 
Reach a little further, 
Grow a little bigger,

May take a while,
But settle not settle for mediocrity,
When excellence beckons still,
Grow it Lord...

Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary

A woman's charm!

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Arguably the woman's most potent charm,
Just being a woman, 
Fully and without restraint,
Being a woman,
Not as the world sanctions or endorses,
And not as the world wants or pleases,
But just as she is,
Everything she is made to be,
A woman,
Living it out as if it were impossible to be anything else,
Knowing her place is irreplaceable in our collective humanity,
And that my dear,
Is the thing which appeals to me the most about you,
The woman in you!

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An elusive 'happy ever after'!

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Beautiful with childlike innocence,
Marked to be princess,
Plucked from the obscurity of naivety,
Thrust into the world stage,
To meet the rising demands of providence and prominence,
Princess to a prince who appeared to have it all,
Stuff only read in fairy tales,
Becoming true in real life,
Stubborn doubt stole the certainty of her vows,
Yet she was quick to dismiss them,
She had come too far,
It was easier to ignore the signs of future trouble,
Than to confront the warning signs begging to be noticed,

So in stead of running away from trouble,
She walked down the isle,
Prince and princess,
Set on a futile journey,
To pin down an elusive 'happy ever after',
Neither effort nor time,
Was a good enough ally,

Against all odds,
Despite mind boggling endurance,
In the midst of unspeakable loneliness,
The sailing ship of marriage,
Which sought the promised bliss of prince wedded to princess,
Hit an iceberg of built up deceit,
Too serious for the ship to survive,
And once again this was proof,
That fairy tales are fairy tales,
And real life is real life,

In real life,
Fantasies work,
When couched in practical realism,
A lot of daring,
With a prayerful indefatigable hard work. 

Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary

A day in May!

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It was a warm beautiful day in May,

They were very gay to be sitting together on the hay,

On the way to the ocean’s bay,

One letter shy of the same, their names were Jay and Fay,

They lay and watched the donkey bray,

The sheer brilliance of the sun’s piercing ray,

Made them uncontrollably shout hurray and hey and yay,

It made them pray,

That the magic of that moment will stay.

Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary

To evolve is to love more!

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Dear Counselor,

To evolve is to love more,

Children don't ask to be born,

Let us spare them the egregious pain of being torn,

They don't choose their families,

Even when they are beautiful like wild lilies,

They happen in their circumstance,

And are affected when adults do or don’t take the right stance,

Let us not consciously subject them to the whims of chance,

We must change the music and the kind of adult responsibility dance,

We have an obligation,

To do a universal child abuse ligation,

Starting from where you are,

Please stop bringing them to the bar,

So as long as any one is a child,

They can be spared a life confusingly very wild,

And each of them should get a chance at worthwhile life,

With opportunities very rife,

A child is a child,

In the palace or in the cave,

Let us treat them right,

Protect their fragile children rights,

Spare them the countless many societal blights,

Nurture a nourishing culture,

They are the undeniable future.

Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Acid test of love!

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A good feeling is a good feeling,
And love is love,
Sometimes they meet,
Sometimes they don't,
True love is not a trophy to be earned,
It is a habit to be learned,
It is a free will gift,
With the power to lift,
It is a choice,
It is a voice,
Which only the heart can hear,
And in the process calm its fear,
It is a tough call,
A call to be tall,
With overtones of sacrifice,
Sweet when love grips you like a vice,
Love's company can be a tear,
Accompanied by a heart tear,
Which only more love can heal,
Till the wound is sealed,
The truest call is the toughest,
The call to love the roughest,
The most undeserving,
The one who put a gun on your head,
Shot your daddy,
Raped your mom and sisters,
Robbed you of every valuable thing,
Love is a choice in grace...
It is the heart of life,
The beginning and end of life,
The toughest call to love is the acid test,
When love is not stimulated yet it loves.

Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary