misogyny is enamored by us
boys will be boys , they said
but she is a girl, why not………..
endless improvement suggestions
pushed down our throats
why can’t you keep your husband straight, you have failed
see so and so her husband doesn’t do this, why not………….
why is he beating her, she is not clean
she does not know how to keep a man
why will he, if she had been coy, sweet talker, better cook
better yet always improving herself
Be more patient, are you praying ?
while no effort is made over there,
so i say, why not….he…………….
can she clap with one hand ?
better yet, is he still a child ?
endless rhetorical questions
see the thing is,
life will always have challenges whether you sleep beneath a tree or in the loftiest palace,
whether you have a car or not,
it cares not about how ugly or pretty you are
as they say the grass is not always greener on the other side
you may look and envy them
but you did not see what they hid behind their smiles
you saw but the glitz during the day
nor the tears that cuddle them to sleep
or the pills that give them peace
you highlighted the darkness in yours against the brightness in theirs
had you compared your dark to their dark
jealousy would be a foreign word
envy a forgotten feeling
I just know someone pointed out that it is on ENVY AND JEALOUSY NOT ANGER AND FRUSTRATION bilkul corrrect , though it was intentional , just see the irony in it yaar, these two feelings can sometimes be intertwined.
I will post on the opposite next week insha Allah , now without further a do , to get access to the other posts on the ON SERIES , just click on the #Theonseries
whoop whoop, hello to my dear readers
the big reveal is finally here, honestly trying to come up with a poem every week or month is a hassle and it drained me emotionally , since i need inspiration to write but there is something i have daily inspiration about which is writing on things yes ! i know how to rant in a peaceful and angry way because it can be triggered and i can go either way excessive happiness or sadness and the only way i release it by yes ‘writing ‘
we are going to call this the on series
so my non computer tech self will try her optimum best to design a new segment for this series insha Allah.
The series starts on 14th of may 2017 , this sunday that is
A week ago, my mom and i were shopping at carrefour, for those of you who don’t know carrefour is like Walmart to Americans here in Jakarta. In all my stay in Indonesia, the thought of Indonesians being patient is something i will always carry with me. As they stay hours in traffic and other things. We went there on a Wednesday evening through the basement of Ambassador mall, we finally got done and went to the cashier section with our trolley, as we got there i had a feeling so i said let’s go to the other line, but she said no let us wait these ladies are almost done. As we were waiting in line, the first lady pushed her cart forward and started yelling at us, giving us a lecture on personal space, while her saliva was landing on our faces. My mother was beyond shocked when this lady’s sister also joined her in giving us a not so gentle lecture, pushing our trolley and even pushing my mom to the side, I was thinking xenophobia maybe. Suddenly she told us that she knows poor Somali North Africans like us who live in Indonesia without a Kitas (residence permit) and that she was going to get us deported. The most surprising thing about the incident was that we did not even go close to this lady, a few minutes later she paid the cashier and left after creating a ruckus. She really wanted to fight with us, apparently she had reported us to the nearby security who came to see our Kitas, while she stood outside. My mom being the ever patient person stood aside and pulled out her passport, see the thing is a diplomatic passport works wonders in this world. The security was embarrassed and started apologising when my mom got angry and started giving him her lecture on the fact that she would not be deported from this country, of all countries to be deported from, why will she chose Indonesia. I told him that we were here because my dad works for the embassy and we will leave on our own by next year before my Father’s term is over because to be honest Jakarta is not all that enjoyable to us anyways. Phew! what a ruckus, I actually thought that maybe she was deported from an English speaking country in the area say Singapore or Australia perhaps, because people over here speak Bahasa with a pinch of English. My over-thinking self put to work right there. What an angry lady ! Bye