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Happy Mother's Day
©madinah_writes
#african
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madinah_writes
8w
Read MoreAfter birthing me,
She would look at me and smile.
After feeding me,
She fondled my cheeks for a while.
She would give me a new clothing to wear,
And throw me with joy in the air.
She would tie me on her back while I weep.
And dance with me till I sleep.
Mother, how can I forget?
Those endless nights I wouldn't eat, you forced me pap.
To gulp right between your laps.
Because I was lean and sick;
I used medications, all thanks to your God's given tricks.
You took my tiny and deformed hands
And kissed them with your genuine love that expands.
Oh, mother.
I see you.
On this day and every single day.
I would never forget your love.
I just want to say... Happy Mother's Day
@Madinah_Writes
#mothersday #miraquill #writersbay #childhood #african #memories #africanmother #africanculture #africanchild #writerscommunity15 0 1
shogazi
9w
Read More#quote #mirakee #writer #inspiration #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #thegoodquote #reposter #life #feelings #thoughts #relate #relatable #weird #philosophy #learn #reality #motivation #enlightment #deep #poetry #universe #word #like #follow #wisewords #repost #moscow #russia #nigeria #nigerian #africa #african #mirakeeworld #life #word @miraquill @writersnetwork
Life - Je ne sais quoi
Trust, loyalty, love, jealousy, greed, envy, hypocrisy, pretence, regret, pain, numbness, smile, sanity, intoxication, cold, fear, confusion, anxiety, money, power, influence, diplomacy, propaganda, control, chaos, pride, ego, emptiness, trauma, violence, blame, selfishness, hate
Emotions, feelings, noise, genius, prey, anger, filth, darkness, void, impurities, blemish, taint, demons, saints, ignorance, restraint, sacrifices, blood, sufferings, sweat, information, damnation, peace, corruption, lies, deceit, cheats, slavery, brands, addiction, trance
Business, law, policies, self, illusions, hope, predestination, fate, overstimulation, lost, average, bliss, competition, interpretation, meaning, understanding, wisdom, perspective, paradoxes, ideas, death, rebirth, harmony, flex, vanity....Death
Media, news, enlightenment, woke, balance, broke, humor, joke. I can't be God, impossible NO. But I am him, infinity's hoe. Etc....a lot more, truely a lot. But I cut it short at death
Yea...let's leave it at DEATH
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the1taniart
12w
"To know such pain and realising I'm to live in such pain. Such pain of having no choice but to still trust in You."
- Gideon Adoke (from Shadows book series).
- The Taniart.
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madinah_writes
21w
Read MoreThis poem is written in Pigin English. It tells about life as a Nigerian teenager.
#pigin #african #miraquill #bittertruth #reality #beauty #writersnetwork #peace #unity #childhood #past #writersbay #writeup #writerscommunity #freedom #love #relovultion #era #dream #tomorrow #youthlife #teenlife #africanlifeTomorrow Go Bright
Tomorrow go bright, nothing we see.
Naso we see vision 2020.
9ja politics tough, 9ja government na the same.
If you try am you go die, sey na origina squid game.
'Leaders of tomorrow' don grow, everybody still dey carry muscle.
One king, plenty servant, na em we dey inside this jungle.
Yawa gas, e get as em be for dis struggle.
If you too much shine, Dem go carry you do Yahoo bundle.
No use laptop, no plait hair.
No use earring, why you resemble girl?
Dressing no be fashion,
Na who you dey use do guy?
Computer guru no be passion,
Na wetin you dey call dis style?
If you shine, you too lazy.
Na your mallé cos am now!
If you no do, you no redi
Na hunger never kill you now!
If you do sales girl wey dress smart,
Dem go sey she don grow now!
If you no leave awz at all n'ko?
Na to just go marry now.
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7signxx
24w
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You are my
'Once upon a time'...
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madinah_writes
29w
Read MoreWhat happens when peace is silenced?
Does it die slowly like an abducted child from it's mother? Or it pours out dust of poverty even to the fullest sea?
What happens to a state where injustice rules?
Does it die out like the candle of love in our hearts? Or it blinds our sight like that of a bat reaching high.
What happens if Nigeria divides?
Would it again, be the gaint of Africa? Or Peace and unity would become the missing letters of the past.
#simile #word #start #miraquill #peace #unity #justice #nigeria #writersnetwork #writerscommunity #writersbay
#Anaphora #blackamerican #african #miraquill #bittertruth #reality #beauty #writersnetwork #peace #unity #childhood #past #writersbay #writeup #writerscommunity #freedom #love #relovultion #era #dream #tomorrow©madinah_writes
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madinah_writes
32w
Read MoreAnaphora (pronounced uh-naf-er-uh) is when a certain word or a phrase is repeated at the beginning of a clause or sentence that follows each other.
/////~~~~~///////
I have a dream.
A dream of a beautiful tomorrow, bright and clean.
Where hard drugs and corruption is dead leal.
And no man go court free for whoever he kill.
I have a dream.
A dream of light and patience, put in practice.
A dream where illegality and shame are put to justice.
Where all war and arguments are ended with earthy smiles and ocean hugs and sky kisses.
Where every fight is forgotten with the letters of true peace.
I have a dream.
A dream of our pregnant tomorrow.
She gives birth with tears of joy in her eyes.
We congratulated her knowing fully well that it's the end of our sorrow.
She birth us a new era of patience, progress, prosperity and peace.
© Madinah_Writes
#Anaphora #blackamerican #african #miraquill #bittertruth #reality #beauty #writersnetwork #peace #unity #childhood #past #writersbay #writeup #writerscommunity #freedom #love #relovultion #era #dream #tomorrowI HAVE A DREAM
©madinah_writes14 4 3
- mahtobpensdown Dream Big .. correct
- madinah_writes Thank you
- ak_anjali_daydreamzz I HAVE A DREAM ❤️❤️
- ak_anjali_daydreamzz Beautiful❤️
madinah_writes
32w
Read MoreToday,
I read poems people wrote about their grandmother.
Even though I didn't see mine or witness her love,
I know what her touch felt like.
What I heard of her was how much she loved and cared for me.
My grandmother thought me how to sleep with my eyes open.
Wide open to look inward and feel the weight of my heart.
In her eyes stood magical galaxies.
In her heart sat a revolution of beauty and talent.
Sitting under the baobab tree that served as kitchen,
Grandma would wake before the first cock's crow to burn dry woods.
Everyone is still asleep.
The day just begin to yawn in dusky Dawn.
Grounding pepper on a flat stone to make our local dish.
My grandma first taught me how to endure the peppery fish.
Smoke filling the morning till it touches the sky,
Grandma would lay me on her sweaty back which served as my first bed.
I clocked one and she passed.
Well, that was destiny. All left with me is imaginary memories and a wishful smile.
For I never knew my grandmother but I felt her love.
#grandmother #rememberance #memory #old #black #hair #blackamerican #african #miraquill #bittertruth #reality #beauty #makeup #childhood #past #writersbay #writeup #writerscommunity #shy #blackbeautyGrandma's Love
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madinah_writes
32w
Read MoreHer hands are twisted in voices unheard.
Her lips are adored with words, unspoken.
Her curves are perfectly shaped, unnoticed.
She is shy for being noticed.
Her hair is painted to the back.
On her neck is a bead gifted to her by her grandmother on her first breathe.
On her waste are crystal adornment on her first broken teeth.
She is shy for being noticed.
Plumpy and natural.
She chuckles to her lifestyle so feral.
She's music knitted in raw gold.
She's shy to be noticed but secretly bold.
©Madinah_Writes
#black #hair #blackamerican #african #miraquill #bittertruth #reality #beauty #makeup #childhood #past #writersbay #writeup #writerscommunity #shy #blackbeautyShe Is Shy For Being Noticed.
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madinah_writes
32w
Read MoreHer hands are twisted in voices, unheard.
Her lips are adored with words, unspoken.
Her curves are perfectly shaped, unnoticed.
She is shy for being noticed.
Her hair is plaited in weaves and splashes, to the back.
On her neck is an ancestry bead gifted to her by her grandmother, on her first breathe.
On her waste are crystal adornment of love, on her first broken teeth.
She is shy for being noticed.
Plumpy and natural.
She chuckles to her lifestyle, so feral.
She's music knitted in raw gold.
She's shy to be noticed but secretly bold.
©Madinah_Writes
#black #hair #blackamerican #african #miraquill #bittertruth #reality #beauty #makeup #childhood #past #writersbay #writeup #writerscommunity #shy #blackbeautyShe Is Shy For Being Noticed.
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madinah_writes
32w
Read MoreI remember entering a beauty contest with the kinky coiled hair seated on my head. There, I find out that black girl like me were different from me. Their hair were silky straight, long and shiny. Despite the burn of chemicals on my scalp and the smell of sulphur that filled the room. I was impressed at the prospect of having straight hair. It was beautiful and celebrate and I with my kinky hair felt inadequate. Over the years, I spent thousands of dollars to have a long, straight hair. And a thousand more on wigs and extensions to make my hair look fuller. I didn't realize that then, I was gripped by insecurity.
As a young of 12, it stayed with me into adulthood. To be an African born into America. It is to be born into a world that makes you inferior even before you take your first step. Or learn your first language. To be under constant mental and spiritual attach that you have to fight alone. It's not only our bodies that were taken during slavery, but our identities as well. We were told that our hair doesn't grow.That knowledge and wisdom was something we never know. And that everything they gave us, was an opportunity. That our nose were too wide. And our lips were too big. That our skin is too dark and our features and structure, were too thick.
At 15, I use to look in the mirror for hours. Thinking, what if I was more beautiful? That if my hair could reach my back. What if my eyes were blue or green. Like the dolls and Barbie's I watched on the television screen. If my nose and lips were a little smaller. What if I was prettier? Television shows made me feel I wasn't alive. Magazines made me feel there was something wrong with me. As if I'm incomplete and I need to be changed because I don't fit into the society, far and near. By the society dominated by white. Yet, I'm privileged. Yet, I'm refused over and over again.
©Madinah_Writes
#black #hair #blackamerican #african #miraquill #bittertruth #reality #beauty #makeup #childhood #past #writersbay #writeup #writerscommunityRemembering My Early Years
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madinah_writes
37w
Read MoreBold on her cheeks.
Sign of cultural heritage on her lips.
Queen of the jungle,
Wearing her smile,
Like an attire of the lips.
Her smile so brittle.
Shy and timid, she covers up.
A beauty queen without makeup.
Stripes and ramifications
From birth till death.
Deep and slight.
Dark and light.
Straight and slant.
The marks against her bare skin that made her art.
Her Tribal marks as old as time.
Her origin, her background.
Scarification, whatever you call it!
Heals the body, with it's unique meanings.
It doesn't makes her an outcast or different from anyone else.
Her tribal marks aren't symbol of tribalism.
It adds to her beauty.
Whether light or dark skinned.
It is honour in form of lines and dots and drawings.
Her tribal marks are lines of sacred history.
She might be defined but her tribal marks are her strength.
Deep within the skin,
She's a specific identification.
An identification of a great tribe, family, linage, clan and patrilineal heritage.
A symbol of beauty and creativity.
She's mischievous yet,unique.
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
© Madinah_Writes
#mirakee #tribalmarks #tribalism #miraquill ##writerscommunity #writersbay #racism #wrutersnetwork #poetry #black #african #blackculture #art #scarification
I'd have used a beautiful picture for this poem but I'm always denied that :-(Her Tribal Marks
Stripes and ramifications
From birth till death.
Deep and slight.
Dark and light.
Straight and slant.
The marks against her bare skin that made her art.
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madinah_writes
38w
For I Am A Black Woman
In the click of my heels,
The brush of my eyelids,
The leather of my naturally tanned skin,
Is me, for I am a black woman.
In the wing of my arms,
The glow of my eyes,
The power of my tongue,
The words of my mouth,
Is me, for I am a black woman.
In the flourish of my hair,
The maps on my palm,
The curves if my body.
The magic in my name
Is me, for I am a black woman.
© Madinah_Writes8 0
madinah_writes
40w
Read MoreLong ago, a girl named Bintu lived in a small village.
She was from the land of nowhere, slim and savage.
Her eyes were white pearls, her hair shiny black.
He lips were leave-shaped, her skin— melanin didn't lack.
Tall and slim was Bintu.
An orphan no one could talk to.
Some called her names.
Others spat on her, calling her daughter of ashes and flames.
She had no friends except rats and mice.
Unrecognized yet, very nice.
Soon, she was known for something.
A talent no one knew it saw in anything.
An interpreter of dreams,
An Oracle of the gods of Golds and creams.
She became known.
Healing Kings from the lands of the Unknown.
Binta Bintu—
Everyone started calling upon her.
Until one-day, she saved the prince's life.
And became not just his helper, but his wife.
The girl with the mouse on her head.
Now became a princess with crown on her head.
© Madinah_Writes
13.08.2021
2:59 p.m
#History #Blackculture #Storypoem #Mirakee #Orphan #miraquill #writersbay #pod #writerscommunity #writersnetwirk #Black #AfricanThe Mouse On Her Head
Long ago, a girl named Bintu lived in a small village.
She was from the land of nowhere, slim and savage.
Her eyes were white pearls, her hair shiny black.
He lips were leave-shaped, her skin— melanin didn't lack.
Tall and slim was Bintu.
An orphan no one could talk to.
Some called her names.
Others spat on her, calling her daughter of ashes and flames.
She had no friends except rats and mice.
Unrecognized yet, very nice.
Soon, she was known for something.
A talent no one knew it saw in anything.
An interpreter of dreams,
An Oracle of the gods of Golds and creams.
She became known.
Healing Kings from the lands of the Unknown.
Binta Bintu—
Everyone started calling upon her.
Until one-day, she saved the prince's life.
And became not just his helper, but his wife.
The girl with the mouse on her head.
Now became a princess with crown on her head.
13.08.2021
2:59 p.m
©madinah_writes19 4 2
- shadowofthoughts_ Beautiful ❤️
- shadowofthoughts_ Mouse replaced by crown.✨✨
- madinah_writes Awwwwn... Thank you
By the waterhole
I saw him again
By the waterhole
Oh so dashing
Ever so dazzling
He whistled
And I ignored
He whispered
And I listened
My heart fluttered
At his flattering words
"Wake up child"
Granny's words echoes
"Go to the waterhole"
Oh, not again!
Reality sinks in
It's just a dream
Of me and him
By the waterhole
©ndeenda_elao11 1
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madinah_writes
45w
Read MoreWords infiltrated
Songs impregnated
Diets percolated
Dressings permeated
Centuries after centuries,
I watch my culture penetrated
Redefined by currency notes that were once pearly cowries.
Year after year
Defined is our nation as it accepts civilization.
Or is it we that leads ourselves to such destruction?
Worshipping negated
Tradition deserted
Folklore vitiated
Costume abated
Superstition rejected
Yet, I watch nature reprobated
Reneged for artificial and science and technology.
Generation after generation
We bleach the beauty of our rich past and history.
Forgetting what it feels and owns and looks like.
Day after Day
Our mother African, like dirt is being washed away
Or is our blind eyes that don't see her this way?
Or it's our dried mouths have nothing worthy to say?
©Madinah_Writes
#rejected #blackpoetry #african #mirakee #writes #writerscommunity #pod #wod #blackculture #fashion #poetry #thoughtsNothing Worthy To Say
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madinah_writes
45w
Read MoreWords infiltrated
Songs impregnated
Diets percolated
Dressings permeated
Centuries after centuries,
I watch my culture penetrated
Redefined by currency notes that were once pearly cowries.
Year after year
Defined is our nation as it accepts civilization.
Or is it we that leads ourselves to such destruction?
Worshipping negated
Tradition deserted
Folklore vitiated
Costume abated
Superstition rejected
Yet, I watch nature reprobated
Reneged for artificial and science and technology.
Generation after generation
We bleach the beauty of our rich past and history.
Forgetting what it feels and owns and looks like.
Day after Day
Our mother African, like dirt is being washed away
Or is our blind eyes that don't see her this way?
Or it's our dried mouths have nothing worthy to say?
© Madinah_Writes
#rejected #blackpoetry #african #mirakee #writes #writerscommunity #pod #wod #blackculture #fashion #poetry #thoughtsNothing Worthy To Say
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Outstanding - madinah_writes Awwwwn... I'm just seeing this. Thanks so much guys. I'm truly grateful ❤️❤️❤️
madinah_writes
45w
Read MoreWords infiltrated
Songs impregnated
Diets percolated
Dressings permeated
Centuries after centuries,
I watch my culture penetrated
Redefined by currency notes that were once pearly cowries.
Year after year
Defined is our nation as it accepts civilization.
Or is it we that leads ourselves to such destruction?
Worshipping negated
Tradition deserted
Folklore vitiated
Costume abated
Superstition rejected
Yet, I watch nature reprobated
Reneged for artificial and science and technology.
Generation after generation
We bleach the beauty of our rich past and history.
Forgetting what it feels and owns and looks like.
Day after Day
Our mother African, like dirt is being washed away
Or is our blind eyes that don't see her this way?
Or it's our dried mouths have nothing worthy to say?
© Madinah_Writes
#rejected #blackpoetry #african #mirakee #writes #writerscommunity #pod #wod #blackculture #fashion #poetry #thoughtsNothing Worthy To Say
©madinah_writes8 1
- madinah_writes Awwwwn... Thank you. I've followed your account. What's you Instagram name? Mine is Madeenah Junaid
madinah_writes
46w
Read MoreWords infiltrated
Songs impregnated
Diets percolated
Dressings permeated
Centuries after centuries,
I watch my culture penetrated
Redefined by currency notes that were once pearly cowries.
Year after year
Defined is our nation as it accepts civilization.
Or is it we that leads ourselves to such destruction?
Worshipping negated
Tradition deserted
Folklore vitiated
Costume abated
Superstition rejected
Yet, I watch nature reprobated
Reneged for artificial and science and technology.
Generation after generation
We bleach the beauty of our rich past and history.
Forgetting what it feels and owns and looks like.
Day after Day
Our mother African, like dirt is being washed away
Or is our blind eyes that don't see her this way?
Or it's our dried mouths have nothing worthy to say?
© Madinah_Writes
#rejected #blackpoetry #african #mirakee #writes #writerscommunity #pod #wod #blackculture #fashion #poetry #thoughtsNothing Worthy To Say
©madinah_writes14 0 4
Just a patch
The beautiful mystery of the world
Sweet energy full of bruises
Same race with different tracks
Grinding to stack the cash in racks
Masked out and leveling the flanks
Let's get real
Forget about the fake deals
How do you feel?
Don't smile like you gat it all under control
When what you really need is for God to take control
Don't mask it let it out
Feel free to feel feels
March up in colours of your own
Create the rainbow of colours unknown
Don't play by the rules if you really want to rule
We're all bent towards a common goal
That's why thoughts seem alike
And tears taste alike
That smile on your face is just a patch
The tears will come, you will live in it.
©hoodie
