Tired Woman

She is lost in the depths of conscience

in a world full of nonsense.

Bruised with emotional lacerations, a

daughter of eve sits up pouting her

mouth with sheepish, arched lips that

could saunter a hiss.

She laments her songs of distress to

the wind.

Her mind is catastrophically deluged.

Her soul is clogged with tears from

years of pain and heart ache.

She is clothed in nonentity and veiled

in rigid culture’s restrictive norms.

 

Lines of fatigue compete with her

natural aging process as she wallows

in regret and weeps with a sombre

mood.

Constantly cussing and throwing

dirt at the world.

 

Worn out and tired of life’s stand

stills that keep skipping back like

a broken record.

Irritated and tired of being mistreated

and blamed for another woman’s

mistakes.

Frustrated and tired of unnecessary

scrutiny, baseless judgments and

sweeping tales woven in criticism.

 

Sick and tired of living for the

reverberation society- constantly

explaining and justifying herself;

guided by those who deem themselves

intellectuals but close minded to

different trains of thought.

 

Broken and tired of the weight on

her back.

Taking care of everyone but herself.

Angry and tired of relying on unreliable

people, begging and waiting for her life’s

ironies to smoothen out like butter.

 

Tired of charlatans re-writing her script

with their pathetic lies, mind games

insecurity and control issues.

Tired of being told how to dress, how to

feel and who to be.

 

Mad and tired of apologizing for people’s

mistakes and being a shock absorber.

Worn out and tired of putting her plans

on hold to impress other people.

She is tired of being unappreciated, and

taken for granted.

 

A wordless song ushers in moments of

clarity as she rises to wipe distress from

her face.

The last beads of sweat drop from her

tired face and she releases the burdens

that constantly broke her back and

reclaims the woman she thought she’d

lost in the process of trying to please

everyone.

 

Her body still feels weary, but her mind,

heart and soul are still as strong.

She is resilient woman- wading her way

through the world in nothing

but a broken canoe and unfaltering faith.

 

Stress is after all nothing but a man-made thing.

She’s done giving herself up to the human

poll.

 

©FloetryC 2016

koi

 

 

 

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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