Life Through My Eyes

  Will you be able to make me laugh when I clock 75 the same way I will laugh in our beginning of time?  Are you able to, strong enough to collect my pieces when I break down in your arms...won't you judge me for being childish when I start crying out of the blue, won't you question who is older, me or our children when all hell breaks loose and the tears well down like the riv er Nile? Can you piece us back together when several atoms of our existence scatter in one another's arms...can you? Are you able to remember to keep me abreast every family event, life event and not come with your head hung that you didn't think it was important for me to know after I question you about it or read from your networks or even hear about it from your friends? Let me edit what's  important or not.. keep spilling your daily events... Will you keep me in your programs at all times or will you only have me a part of it only if you identify a gain? Are you willing to ask for my help...

  They will call us silly for not wanting to clean after them They will live in denial and reaffirm to themselves that a changed, empowered woman is still a failure They will call us bitter, angry, irrational, and toxic for speaking up for others They will call us relationship breakers for lifting and enlightening a sister drowning  For showing them it gets better if not there, then out here They will think we are negative for offering a shoulder to our kind For how long do you want to trample on us? They will belittle us and make us think we are crazy We shall be judged without being understood For the world has to function in their favour When they wake up, we shall be far When they finally see, they won't reach us And the tables might turn, not for the good I fear How do we co-exist without thinking woman is way and way below you? When you look at your mother?  Are you happy with how your father treated her? Do you or did you like how your father looked at her? Was his...