Speaking to you is like putting my heart on the table for everyone to dissect,
Open to infection seeking perfection by the mention of words,
But not just words…these are my thoughts on paper about why I’m a hater
Or must cater to a later fear that I will disappear…
Not just mere words, but my mind coming out of my mouth
Words that I thought would never leave my house
And no one would hear besides my spouse.
My soul is in your hands with these words I speak, the verbal tears
That I leak, reek of emotion, moisturize your mind like lotion.
My words are a potion, beware if taken may cause you to think in notions,
Dare to think, bleed frustration in the sink
I blink back the tears as I wink.
I feel liberated speaking to you,
My thoughts are out without a doubt
You know a little of what I’m about.
I’m free like a prisoner with the key
Or the slaves with the Underground Railroad.
My brain can breathe like a newborn baby’s first breath
Or a woman witnessing her rapist’s death.
Can I mentally rape you?
Reach into your mind and pull out thoughts
That you could never find
Like why you are running through life blind
Because love has kidnapped you
And the man who is beating you has stolen your essence.
You have forgotten who you are
Let me take you into my lyrical car
And ask you why you are at a job you hate
Why you would rather perpetrate a perfect man
Than deal with the task at hand
Of why you would rather get laid than leave your abusive mate.
Can I enter your mind and find out why?
Why you are always upset, why you let others get to you so easily.
Why your life has gotten to be a mockery of reality.
These are all things that would make you wait
And prevent you from expressing it,
but forget that!
Verbalize your fate!
These situations are not mine, but manifestations of others’ temptations.
Set the table with your thoughts
Don’t let your mind eat you for dinner
Realize that you are a winner,
Release your feelings
Unleash the meanings
Wake up, if I’m reaching anyone
Don’t let the sun boil your entity,
Turn your soul into passion
Denial clashes with acceptance.
Stop…talk about it.
Speak up and let your words be heard,
Silence will cripple you,
Hearing my voice is past due.
Healing is through words, because you can gain back feelings
That your mind was stealing.
Take back your life, I have.
I waited much too long, now I am ready to sing my song.
I used to hear judgment of the words I spit,
But now I’m ready for it…I’m liberated.
- M. Abla
Copywright 2008 by Mawuse Abla Dogbe