Monday, 14 November 2011

SARAH KAY performs "A LOVE LETTER ..."

Brace My Heart

So again I was writing during class, I know, I know, but I can't help myself. Words just wrote themselves in this one, I have trouble understanding it but I think the 'poet':) was trying to talk about finding some place safe in a world that constantly tests. Happy Reading:)

I see trees in the midst of all this commotion,
All in motion,
In quiet devotion,
Vocation to stand tall,
To not be moved.

I see innocent eyes in the midst of all this commotion,
All in motion,
In quiet devotion,
Vocation to visionary dreams,
To seat on mountain tops.

Methinks of the ghouls that await innocent eyes sordidly,
Methinks of the tangent path that deviates the poor souls idly,
A tree grows straight,
But eyes are tamed by the king of the air,
The lover of all things worldly.

He is a vile despondent,
He counts evil at his fingertips,
And captures the weak at their moment,
Trees soar through to higher grounds,
Grow to touch the sky,
For them it is easy,
But eyes soar through evils,
Vicious creatures that cling to their ankles,
They do not see it easy.

Lord brace my heart before the vile one,
A tree I would love to be,
But an eye is what I am,
So, brace my heart,
For I wish to be,
More than what I am.

Kavosa Assava

Thursday, 10 November 2011

Nobody hears the screams.

Hi everyone:) It's been a few days but this is something new. My inspiration for this comes or came from a story I read about this girl in Europe whose father kept her captive and sexually assaulted her for 24 years. We are living in a period where no one really knows what goes on in peoples homes and if we could take a moment to think of those who have been forced into sexual relations without their consent.....lets do what we can, even if its just one prayer...

These four walls, they are so tall,
Behind these four walls, so tall,
My body he will maul,
It has become a stall,
Where he shops for my innocence with his balls,
And what is left?

When it started I was younger,
After years you begin to wonder,
Of him I was fonder,
Before the four walls that are so tall,

I stare at the stacks of plates in the corner,
I have eaten my last supper,
Many A time I have eaten my last supper,
But it has been time since his last visit,
The last... It nearly killed me... Blood,
It has been a while since his last visit.

My spirit is on the wane,
My foot is on the waggle,
He knows me like no other should,
I know his cane like no other should.

It has been time since his last visit,
But I can tell you how meticulous he is,
No one knows,
No one hears,
Not the screams,
I guess death is an ambient sound.

It has been time since his last visit,
But I can tell you, meticulous he is,
I hear his footsteps from miles away,
Their rhythms matching my rhythms,
So I pretend to sleep... He knows sleep,
I am not it.

So he slips in me,
My mind leaves me,
He pounds my flesh,
I lay their still feeling nothing,
Soon he will get off and be off,
And I would have given my pound of flesh,

It has been time since his last visit,
But I hear footsteps from miles away,
Yet they cannot hear my screams,
Maybe death is an ambient sound,
Beyond these four walls so tall.

Kavosa Assava

Friday, 4 November 2011

To Find You

Life moves on,
Time falls with sand in the hour glass,
I lay asleep so I can go back to my dreams,
To find you,

I paint pictures of the lines around your perfect face,
Your perfect lips,
That once kissed mine,
Around your decoy eyes,
That once touched mine,
That lured my soul into that ball of fire within you,
That burned cold,
Froze my heart sold.

I go back to my dreams to find you,
But your gone,
My heart once sold is now torn,
At the silent sounds of your wind blown,
To you I am drawn,
So my trinkets I will pawn,
To the Shylock of the lovelorn,
My trifles I will trade,
To the Shylock of the lovelorn,

Maybe If I do,
He will clear the stockade between I and my love,
Maybe, If I do,
He will stomp over the evils between me and my love,

So I lay asleep.....

Kavosa Assava

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

"So Good"

Eyes,they pierce into the soul,
His...stab mine,
Hands melt skin,
His...burn mine,
I feel him breathe over my neck,
Over my neck,
Feel his chin rug, 
Sweep across my collar bone,
His mean mug,
Breathing over my neck,
Maness is what it is,
And you know...
Maybe I shouldn't...
But it feels so good.

He mowed down that girl in me,
That little fickle mess,
And me he left Woman,
That multifarious little fickle mess,
He took her apart, 
And made me Woman,
I used to scamper like mice,
form wall to wall,
But now...
Now I move like,
Speak like,
Think like A woman,
And it feels ...
So so so so so so good!

Maybe I shouldn't,
But you know...
I'm in the mood,
And I'm not afraid,
To say that I'm feelin this dude,
And I can no longer brood, 
So insistently in front of him I stood,
And said "I love You,"
Coz  I'm in the mood,
Coz I'm not afraid,
Coz I'm feelin this dude,
Coz I can no longer brood,
And just coz it feels,
So so so so so so good!

Kavosa Assava

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Woman Utero is Us!

It is the size of a small pear,
Yet it can give you pain impossible to bare,
It can fit on the palm of your hand,
Yet create a living being who can hold the crown of this land,
One who has emerged from a birth so painful, 
To live a life so sinful,
To make a change so meaningful.

Honestly I would prefer a scrotum and all its burden,
Much prefer testosterone over the uterus that is my warden,
Coz look... I am socialized to clean, mother,submit,
My dreams I cannot meet
Because I must bare seed,
My goals I cannot reach
Because I must teach,
Satisfaction I cannot breathe
Because I must feed.

Feed those who will grow to do as they feel,
Living me behind to continue fighting
this enemy made out of steel,
It cannot break,
It is the hand of God,
Or should I say hand of Eve,Will of God,
So I must sob,
Sob over my uterus,
Sob over being a woman.

Kavosa Assava