I know pain ,
I have felt her in my soul
Tasted her on my tongue
Her taste leaving behind
Bitterness and rage ,
Locked away in a cage ,
My story is written on one page
I have been broken
Shattered , I have been hopeless
With no dreams of tomorrow
Mine has been a tale of sorrow…
We live in the age of highlights
Smiles are uploaded , struggles are archived
Strength is filtered , pain is cropped
But mental health does not live in captions
It lives in the quiet spaces , between
Expectations and exhaustion , faith and fear
Success and silence
I learned this the hard way
There was a time…
POEM:
Arise and claim your throne
You, a queen that has fallen
The one with the buried kingdom and forgotten the throne
You, who surrendered her strength to the struggle
The pain cut off your wings
You could not fly
You stayed on the ground
Let go of the passion you possessed
Buried the dreams and wishes.
Arise and…
POEM:
Do you remember?
When we laughed without fear,
The days of milk and honey
Back when we lived for today
Never afraid of tomorrow
Smiles decorated our child like faces
As we twirled and danced our fears away
Offsprings of love and peace
Naive to the world and its rage
We held on to hope
Never letting the sun…
FemaleHood
Being a woman is learning
how to exist loudly
in a world that prefers you quiet.
It is carrying questions in your body,
answers in your silence,
and still choosing softness.
It is remembering yourself
even when the world tries to name you first.
It is becoming,
every single day,
without permission.
– By AJ Pearl
aka Aisosa Joseph
Instagram: SheIsAJPearl
I know how daunted people can feel by the exchange rate.
It is up to us to do better so It finds us in check.
Some say budget, others emphasize the knowledge in financial point,
I say, know you and understand your means.
Understand, have a relationship, most importantly; communicate with your pockets.
We all…
Mirror, Mirror. Who’s the prettiest of them all?
Not me. Certainly.
Look at all the beauties out there.
Surely, have you seen my crooked smile?
What about my pimples?
And what about my big ears?
Oh, how glad I am that you can only see my face.
For I hear my legs are manly, far from…
The Morning After
One morning,
she’ll find herself
scrubbing her body too hard.
trying to peel off
the fingerprints he left behind.
not just on her skin
but in the corners of her silence.
The water will burn,
but not as much as the memory.
She’ll cry without sound,
because screaming
never helped her then either.
She said no
but the room swallowed…
It hurts to hear, it hurts to know
Women and children all over the world,
Having their lives cut short, don’t you know?
Murdered, abused, their voices silenced each day
A pain that echoes, in every way
Girls, each day, lost to violence and pain
Their futures stolen, their dreams in vain
It hurts, it aches,…