Haiku by Her-Healing

“Healing”

Please do take your time

Ignore the raging outside

Answers are within

While I am now in my research phase of life, I love to do research, organize it and share what I learn on my own. I have been becoming more Afro-centric, more into spirituality but becoming more open to what life has for me. I also have been facing a LOT of personal battles. I do not wish to share the full details, only my closest friends know word for word what I am going through and why, but I am grateful for healing. I am on a healing journey. We all should partake in one, but I guess we all do not take the time to look within and see that things can and are wrong. I am trusting God and moving forward in life. I am trusting the Most High and not in capitalism, or big Pharma, or false friends to help me as I once did. Everything in my life must be pure of intent, natural ingredients and able to be integrative in integrity for all.

Cryptic yes, but I am on this journey. Just something to share.

Haikus by Her-Or(kid)

“Or(Kid)”

Petals are lilting

Fragrant, pure and elegant

Divinely gorgeous

I love orchids. Love love love them! Ever since I was young, I loved them as much as I wanted a Jeep Wrangler. (Such a contradiction hunh?) Nevertheless, I always found them to be God’s gift to us. I know there are so many other flowers out there and many other species of creation as well, but orchids remind me of the beauty, purity and fragility of life. Just like children. Children do not have to worry about name brands, they can be in mismatched clothing and Crocs and once they laugh, say and do silly things, we all are just enamored so quickly. Children are also fragile, look at the current trends in school in terms of education, bullying and low income neighborhoods in terms of nutrition, violence and other socioeconomic ills. But children are pure despite all of this. Their souls, their eyes.....pure. Like orchids, we wish to have them in that moment forever.

Orchids eventually die if they are not taken care of. And they need unscrupulous and 24/7 care. Like children.

Hence, the title.

Haikus By Her-"Intrigue"

“Intrigue”

He stood by the slide

Gaze directed to that girl

She stands and blushes

This poem is about a day where my siblings and I finally pestered my mom in taking us to the park. We all were in elementary school and this must have been when I was in the early stages of puberty (fourth grade?). I remember having fun, running across the Mary Walcott playground from the jungle gym, to the slides, the monkey bars, the swings.

Then a small group of European immigrant children-perhaps Polish, or Russian, not sure, who came onto the playground with their father. I don’t know where my mom is at this point but I remember seeing him. His gaze just hit me and I don’t know why. All I know is that time stood still and he was more than welcome to look at me. I blushed but I remembered my brother and sister. I ran to catch up to them while he stood far on the opposite side.

Eventually he tried to talk to me, asked if we could play tag. So both groups partook in this game but I think we took too much liberty in just being able to have our hands touch each others’ backs and arms in the goal of winning not only the game, as well as erratically run across the rubber asphalt in asthmatic joy, but our desire. Surely one can say a fourth grader does not know what they want, and it was all done in child’s play, but I really felt otherwise. I saw a boy, despite his culture, and what his dad did, as soon as he realized what was going on and angrily told his children to leave, looked at me as a person. Intrigued by who I was developing into, and what I like. I never really liked “white” boys, I mean I was “married” to Henry Lam in Kindergarten (to my parents’ delight and laughter every time they recount the story) and after him, I only had crushes on “my people”, Afro-Caribbean and West Indians. But this guy......we stood in that moment.....able to be part of another environment......and now forever held together by mystery in that time.

I never saw him again.

Haiku by Her- "Anger"

"Anger"

His ears were open

But all she did was spit fire

Yet he still loves her

This is a poem for my spiritual guide Dean. I just got off the phone with him telling him about what is going on in the home. How misogynist and homophobic language is used in this household. How angry I am for currently being the product of my parent's socioeconomic mistakes, depsite me knowing the true politics behind their choices. How my parents rather ask me for what is due and not how I am feeling. How I eventually created my room to be a sanctuary for me instead of being downstairs like I used to. Even being angry for how my body is taking longer thn expected to heal......

Yet I cannot find solace in what is already provided. Granted, I am still angry and upset right now, but his words are sobering me up. 

I am glad that he ended the conversation with a wonderful closing statement:

[Him] "Well, I am glad that you called me today. It is always good to hear your voice."

[Me] "Even if I am angry?"

[Him] "Even if you are angry. We will talk soon. Goodnight."

Goodnight.

Haiku By Her-Empow(HER)ment

Bitch hoe slut whore cunt

Should not belong in our mouths

For womyn bring life




An actual article on my sentiments will be produced soon.


For in the tongue lies the power of life and death.


Healing and blessings to my sisters worldwide.

Haiku By Her-Sister

They are different

Like the moon is from the sun

Both illuminate

This is dedicated to my "biological" sister. Even though the damage seems to be more than repairs can ever begin to fix, I am grateful for time. Time is healing me. We both are so different but.......

We still shine.

Haiku By Her-Lia[I]r

The wind blows freely

My ear caught the selfish lie

You are now caught on

I wrote this after recently catching someone in a lie, along with other times.

IT GETS ME SEETHING MAD!

If there is one thing I hate the most it is a liar. A liar to me hides their intents, get me caught up in their actions and words and one who goes behind my back to do as they please while in my face they LIE. I will not stand for it, you are caught.

Even if I lie, I will be responsible for my actions. 

Be responsible y'all. 

Comment: the reason why I put "I" in the middle is for two reasons- a) to go with the air imagery put forth in the poem and to show that lying is a selfish act, only cares for the Ego's satisfaction.