Amazon

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Amazon was a woman, I watched her on TV as she saddled a horse and rode it deep into the forest with her rifle in her hand . She killed an antelope and brought meat home that her children may eat. She took on so much …. but deep within, all she ever really wanted was a for a man to cater to her needs.

She sleeps alone in a lonely bed, awakes and reaches out to the empty space beside her, yearning for the one she loves. She awakes to the weight of all that she must take on for the day and she does it ….. showing no weakness but finding ways to build strength. she goes to bed at night with a head filed with dreams…. when forth shall they come true. She prays and holds on to her faith in God. he blesses her …. and she prays for strength to take on her new blessings.

Her eyes are the windows to her soul. Deep wells of emotion all bottled up within in fear of the hurricane they may cause. Sometimes she feels like she rusts un-burnished  but through it all she shines ……..

 

©Nina Fabunmi 2018

http://www.ninafabunmi.com

 

 

 

Half A Life

I tasted the flaccid only to remember how good the hard felt

Flaccid was  like acid , it burnt me , it was never good for me

I remembered sitting on something firm

I was grounded , I was whole

Going back to those hot sweaty nights

Falling asleep to humming mosquitoes

The broken silence of long nights

Yet two souls became one , our never ending story

We hurt each other

We suffer for our own lack of forgiveness

But we have suffered enough

My African Mandingo warrior

Oceans apart

And now, I have learnt to live half a life

Flower in a jungle of unworthy eyes

I blossomed but it was flawed with oblivious intent

I curled up once again, hiding behind the green leaves giving me shelter

I await the day he will swim the Atlantic, soar the skies and ride the black stallion

To reclaim me once more

Till then , I shall live half a life

Knife in my heart

Wife

Studs on my fingers

Life

Crown on my head

The fruits of my womb

Our bond

Returned to us

Our crown

But till then

Half a life

 

Copyright Nina Fabunmi 2017

Embracing Seasons

Open Invitation by Nina Fabunmi 2009

Wool was warm in the winter but in the spring it melted to a sweaty pulp

And then it melted all off of me

The sun came and I embraced my nudity

But then came the winter again and I yearned for the warm softness of my woolen yarns

I got on a sail boat with a captain to steer the wheels

Many moons hath passed and we are still sailing in circles

With no destination in sight and now I have gone weary

Saved by a tsunami of emotions

Our sail boat hath sank to the bottom of the deep blue yonder

Rescued by my own mindless fantasies , I have become a mermaid

I am swimming free in an ocean filled with sharks

Singing like a siren that I may lure the unlikely

I have swam through muddy waters

To reach the clear blue continental shelves

One day I will have legs again

And I will walk out of these depths

They didn’t drown me but made me stronger

I will walk on new soil

And make new footprints

Branches will bend to give me shade

Flowers will bloom to the glory of my presence

And once more I will be ready to embrace another season

Embracing seasons……

 

©Nina Fabunmi 2017

 

 

 

 

Despicable

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Weeds growing under the high buttresses of dense trees

But they are just weeds

They need to be cut down, plucked out, discarded of

So that the trees can breathe easy

Trash!!!!

Belongs in the garbage can

I picked it up, dusted it out and tried to recycle it

Over and over again

I put fragrances on it to hide its foul smell

But it was too intense to be disguised

Eventually, I had to put it right back in the garbage where it belonged

I thought about making a sacrificial basket to Yemaya

To drown the foolishness deep under the ocean

But I didn’t want the fish to perish

That’s how despicable

Couldn’t turn paper into plastic

Couldn’t scrub the stripes off the Zebra

Optimism hath become a synonym for idiocy

The weeds

I had to cut them down

That I may breathe easy

And like the tall thick trees with high buttresses

That I may grow easy

To the heights that nature hath intended for me

Embracing the sun, moon and sky

Flourishing in the new freedom that is me

Less I become a part of that which I find utterly despicable

 

©Nina Fabunmi 2016

http://www.ninafabunmi.com