i don’t think about Covid-19 anymore,
the fear is gone.
death is death…
suffering is life.
life is to be lived
for one day,
death too shall die.
Girls are beautiful,
Girls are tender.
Delicate like the flower on my grandmother’s garden
Women are unforgiving,
Dark, conniving, hurtful,
Tongue, full of spears
Women are wonderful,
Women are great,
A woman nurtures,
and holds together, a multitude.
Life is precious.
Any life must be protected,
No one has a monopoly to life
I weep for Emmy Chepkoech Mitey,
Sometimes, girls give their hearts to monsters.
October 2020, 15th
Pain is tragic
Pain is beautiful
I don’t understand your pain
It is you who knows your pain
You feel it,
Shrivel your face and cry out for help
But I cannot offer any solace.
It is you to man up
Caress your pain,
Endure your hurt
That’s how you live with pain.
No one will understand your pain.
It is up to you to deal with your pain.
Sounded as jokes to mankind.
knowledgeable people shall all be damned,
the world shall refuse the blood and the mass,
people will gnash their teeth
Hitler’s river of blood shall be child’s play
the world shall unite against all that is God
but I shall not throw my scroll-tied with stone-into the river.
I shall keep mum at this critical hour of revelation.
Black man shall stand highly exalted
nations shall bow to the devil
Technology shall lie waste,
A stupendous crisis foretold is nigh
As a lover of poetry, which I began to write in form 2 (not yet a master) I found this book quite engaging.
It is not deep, it is shallow in technical words and rhyming that is so characteristic of poetry, nonetheless, there are some deep poems.
Maybe this is the world we live in; a world where we want quick things, things that are easy to understand.
Ms Kaur makes writing poems fun.
She tackles the subject of human emotion of hurt, pain and healing from those.
The Canadian poet rose to fame through this book published in 2014. It has four chapters the hurting (deals in some serious subjects such as sexual abuse and emotional abuse in general), the loving (trying to find love so as to escape the hurt), the breaking (not finding love and thus disappointments) and the healing (learning to love one’s self and finding oneself)
Kaur’s poetry has been dubbed by the Huffington Post as essential reading for women everywhere due to her engagement with gendered yet universal themes such as sexism, abuse, trauma, sexual violence, and friendship.
How did she manage to be famous in such a tightly controlled world of poetry?
Kaur’s fame comes first from being a social media giant on Instagram, the rise of visual poets ‘Instapoets’. Her over a million followers were captured by the simplicity of her words, her bravery in courting controversy in topics such as menstruation etc.
She has another poetry book titled the sun and her flowers which I bought way before buying Milk and Honey.
I recommend this book for women and feminists and all those who understand hurting, loving, breaking down and finding healing.
I walk in a tortoise pace,
I walk between the walls of haziness and knowledge.
My companion whom I carry has fallen asleep,
A rough loneliness for me on the way to Canaan.
The demons around me whisper incessantly,
My head is full of unending prayers.
‘God, would you please take charge?’
I rebel against patience for help
‘Is the prince of Persia too powerful for God?’
On the bend that leads to my heavenly utopia
I’m interviewed by possibilities of the future
What is the use of all these suffering?
I remain pregnantly mum.
The spirit whispers to me,
Talking of burdens of yore,
Carefully crafted, placed on my shoulders
to carry the blame of many a people.
I shout back, “am not Jesus!”
“The son of Joseph”.
I will not carry the sins of mankind
Everybody should carry their own cross.
I refuse this sacrifice.
Was it even a sacrifice or a burdening?
the darkness that this one carry,
preying on orphans
Through dog infested back alleys,
I’ve walked, oblivious of my predicament,
Drooling at the hunger, anger and lack,
A millipede’s walk on the floor of dunk forest,
No mercy, no goodness…nada,
I make a sprint for the exit,
Asking the devil,
How beautiful is it for him to carry his own machinations?
I stood up to the devil and spoke,
‘you’ve placed obstacles all over my path for many years…
…It is my turn to do the same to you.
To return all your obstacles to you and place them on your path’.
Satan died the next hour.
August 2020, confront your demons
Life is a cruel fact!
or maybe, we celebrate death and dying more.
Pain, we paint as victory.
When a story is told,
The overcoming of hard times is stressed,
‘Marcus, who suffered erroneous jail time, died lonely’.
‘Zulu, who defeated the British, was killed by his brothers’
Emphasis is on cruelty and death,
What more has life to offer other than this?
According to our fashion,
Ceasing is a cruel thing
Maybe it is not.