/STEP BY STEP/
To the Me of Tomorrow,
I promise that you’ll be in a better place tomorrow than I am today.
I’ll help the old woman who dropped her walking stick.
I’ll lend a shoulder to my friend to cry on.
I’ll buy a hungry child food.
I’ll smile at a stranger.
I’ll help up the girl who fell on the walkway and ask her if she’s okay.
I’ll do my best.
I’ll be a loyal, humble, /HUMAN/ being.
And I’ll live up to your expectations from me.
I’ll be happy.
I’ll love myself.
I don’t understand very well how the world works but
Step. By. Step.
I promise you.
I promise that you’ll be a better, kinder person than I am.
And I promise that I’ll help you become that person.
The Me of Today.
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I put on my most favourite top and checked myself out in the mirror.
It looked so beautiful on me.
My boss asked me to change, it wasn't slutty enough for the customers.
But, didn't I look beautiful?
"Who cares about that? It's all about looking sexy. CHANGE!", He would yell.
I paint my lips red and dress up like I'm about to hit a party.
Not the one where you'll walk the red carpet, but the one where you walk through the roads of hell.
One after another, men arrive. Choose their mistress. rush into the cabins and ease themselves off ,out of their clothes.
Once they get satisfied, they leave.
This was a vicious cycle.
Every day. Every men were the same.
Every men, irrespective of their age, treated me like a slut.
Who am I kidding, I am a sex worker, why wouldn't he treat me so?
Everyone of us here, dreams of a prince charming rescuing us out of this chambers of rotten hell, someday.
But, someday never comes.
Life isn't perfect and happily ever after is just our dreams.
Leave alone all that, nobody ever treats us like humans.
They come and they leave.
We yearn for a conversation.
We yearn for someone to ask me, how was our day and how do we feel.
But, it's too much to ask.
In this world, we are flesh and bones, not the ones with the heart.
I'm jealous of everyone in love.
Don't I not deserve to be loved?
I wish someday, someone asks me out on a date.
To get some food. Watch a movie, maybe. And kiss me goodnight.
Someone who would say, I had a great time with you.
Someone who would look at me like every other girl is looked at.
With love and not with a bit of lust.
A girl struck in the body of a sex-worker.
Beautifully illustrated by @harumi_hironaka
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Congrats to lip bro @mo_bagz
when you find somebody that make you wanna put a ring on it you’ve found happiness. 🙏🏽🙏🏽 that your happiness continues
If you didnt know, An owl's wings when it flocks doesn't make a sound. It's muffed.
"Avocado and Syrup"
The vapor rises in an abstract shape, dancing on a silver lining, the edge of the cup. A shade of grey in front of the brown wooden interiors of the room. Her coffee is still hot. She likes coffee, prefers it over other drinks, perhaps.
Everything looks a little humid and soft, like the tips of her fingers as she holds the pen near her face while she looks outside the window, thinking and absent-mindedly noticing the unmowed greenery in the garden.
She is writing something, maybe a story. But what could the story possibly be about?
'Avocado & Syrup'. She pulls these two words on a round in her mind.
The streets are decorated and there's a lot of light & shadow and color play in the foreground as the evening settles in. There's a lot of hustle-bustle in the area, looks like everyone is busy in some kind of preparation.
She walks through the busy streets, in front of those shops which are oozing out incense fragrances from across borders and over the seas. A pallet of colorful music is lost in the murmur of buyers and sellers. There's so much drama and life in those streets.
She keeps walking as tiny droplets from the wet road below her feet, jump from her motion and land on her beautifully shaped calves. It tickles her a little. And her face is lit up by micro-expressions for a few fractions of seconds, like sparks from a cracker. Those subtle, little smiles, such unnoticed innocence.
'Second turn to the left, end of the street' she recalls in her mind. She walks down the narrow lane and reaches a stall. Takes out a bundle and draws out a few coins from it. Pays the shopkeeper, picks up the avocados and syrup and walks back home.
ARE ENDINGS REALLY BEAUTIFUL? OR NOT?
(GOT A PERFECT PICTURE TO ELABORATE MY THOUGHTS,FOUND SOMEWHERE IN THE INTERNET)
ENDINGS, what is the first word that come to your mind when you hear this word? I just think about OVER, EVERYTHING IS OVER! Or A new begin?
But No, I am wrong here or may be I am right!
When you look at the picture from one hand, you will see SUNSETS, you know I feel like sunsets are proof that endings are beautiful. Those birds flapping their wings with the flow of soft breeze and that kinda orange colour spreading itself all over the sky, wow, it looks beautiful!
But on the other hand, those trees which has lost their leave and is just now an ugly branches standing tall in order to survive, eeewwww, it doesn't look beautiful. It looks as if it has lost its life and is preparing to death. Endings is not beautiful everytime!
Have you ever thought those Sunsets turning into dark nights and being ugly because no one likes dark and have you ever thought of those trees which will grow new leafs and turni into a beautiful tree again!
Yes, endings are always beautiful❤ either now or later😊 Never give up😇
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I came through an argument in social media about ladies being proud of “mommying”. and about those who are proud to identify themselves as “moms”. .
In fact was appalled that many ladies find this gesture “sickening”. .
I am a woman who wants to be known for my work! I strive for that. BUT I will never degrade any role played by any person and also will tell mommying/ wife/ dil / sister or any role, it has its own challenges.
1. Pregnancy and post natal aren’t same with every woman.
2.There are 1k factors which varies and influences them.
3.Media hype about ladies working during pregnancy, post pregnancy and projecting them as benchmarks is ridiculous.
4. People who are influential should be responsible enough to analyze these simple facts and clarify to the media and open it up to the public before setting such benchmarks.
5. If not, they are not only degrading women who think the other way but also causing downfall of women who are forced to embrace the difficult part of life.
6. Can you put yourself into the shoes of a mother who strives to give her kid ( born with minor or major physical and mental challenges) a beautiful life.
7. Can you put yourself into the shoes of a mother who educates herself to teach a kid.
Please be responsible before passing judgements. What is important in this current world is every one should be happy of what they are. If they are, just please don’t spoil their happiness by your judgements. There is no meaning in establishing depression treatment centers after doing such contributions.
All these tracks on my feet, because I’m going places. Flashing through the white-out, leaving no traces. 👣#quoteoftheday #adidas
#goofffridayz #tsr #theshaderoom #30secondscover #gooff #freestyle #rap #wordplay #femalerapper @theshaderoom @theshaderoom @theshaderoom
POETIC LOVE LETTER 💌
Throwback of legends @liltunechi
/ Comfortable ❤️🦋💯
This is only 30 seconds because I want the shaderoom to post me for goofffridayz, this is not much of a rap it’s more like a poetic love letter ❤️💌
How I’m posed to understand you when you talkin over?
Told me I’m too hardheaded like a hard book cover
Been together not too long feel like it’s been forever
You the light to my Grey skies you make me feel so better
You like it when it’s wet? For you it only gets wetter
You know the feelin when a pirate found a big treasure?
That’s the way you make me feel cause you make me smile.
For the shit I been through, it’s really been a while.
F-CK the big grand jury, we against the trial
People always gon judge, they always keep a file
We don’t care though, we do our thing though
We don’t gotta broadcast, we keep our shit low. 💌 if you support me please do me a favor and tag @theshaderoom
and also #comment #like #share
what you think 🦋💯. All opinions matter 💯😊🙏🏾🔥 thank you!
Pages and pages of poetry.