I feel like I’m trapped… and I have decisions to make.

Trapped in a life that doesn’t feel like my own.

Trapped in situations that’s eating away at my soul…

Trapped between the proverbial rock and that very hard place,

Trapped in this rather confusing rat race.

I’ve got decisions… decisions… decisions to make

I see hundreds of roads…

and I don’t know which one to take,

Do I choose instant gratification or try to fulfill a long term need?

Do I ignore the practical and succumb to the greed?

They say live the life you love and love that life you live

But if that’s truly gonna happen, something’s gotta give.

I feel like I’m trapped and I have decisions to make.

Somebody please throw me some directions… I need to know which road to take.






Boy Meets Girl

I’ll tell you a story, though not of my own,

But I think it’s a story that’s often been told.

Of how girl meets boy, and boy meets girl,

And suddenly they’re the only two people in the world.

Thoughts are consumed by images of passion,

And flirting is carefully disguised in the fashion.

The glances, the conversations, the “accidental” touch…

The silence that’s screaming “I want you so much”.

A hug is prolonged, which then leads to a kiss…

Oh how that will be adding a new twist!!

Feelings are admitted, hearts put on the line,

Maybe even that yearned after request to “be mine”

Things couldn’t be better; all is right with the world,

Girl says she loves boy just as boy loves girl…

The story continues but I’ll leave it right here,

Cause life as we know it isn’t always fair.

You want and you hope and you fight and you pray,

But subconsciously you know it’ll all end one day.

– Sherjei

Silent Tears

The captivating smile masks the pain that cuts through to my very core.

The world knows not of the myriad of things buried deep inside;

The perpetual struggles that often paralyze my mind.

And every time I think it’s over,

I discover there is more.

More misery, more jealousy, more hatred and grief,

More envy, more pain and the hurt that never cease.

I fight to hold on to optimism but it slips so far away,

I worry about all the things I can’t talk about today.

The mistakes that still haunt me although I’ve tried to reconcile

The past I try to bury that keeps rising all the while

Life isn’t always easy

But it shouldn’t have to always be so hard.

These tears that finally roll down my cheek may be my saving grace.

For the sake of saving face… I have for too long cried the most painful and silent tears.



My attempt at writing a poem. I did it a while with no intention of posting it.

ps… I’m not a poet.

Phenomenal Woman ~ Maya Angelou

Another of Maya Angelou’s poems that I just love.


Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.


Still I Rise ~ Maya Angelou

By far one of my favourite poems ever.


Still I rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.


Cuss Cuss – Original and Translated

Taken from I & I Translation. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.


Cuss Cuss
By: Louise Bennett

Gwan gal yuh fava teggereg,
Ah wey yuh gwine goh do?
Yuh an yuh boogooyagga fren
Dem tink me fraid o’ yuh?

Goh wey, yuh fava heng-pon-nail,
Is me yuh want fe trace?
Me is jus de one fi teck me han
An leggo pon yuh face.

Fe me han no jine chu’ch an me naw
Pay licen fe me mout’,
Me wi tell yuh bout yuh–seh yah
Gal noh badda get me out.

Me noh know is wat kine o’ chu’ch
Fe yuh mout’ coulda jine,
Yuh lip dem heng dung lacka wen
Mule kean meck up him mine.

Gwan, me an yuh noh combolo,
Yuh foot shapeless an lang
Like smaddy stan far fling dem awn
An mack dem heng awn wrang.

Fe yuh foot fava capital K,
Koo pon yuh two nose-hole!
Dem dis big an open out like
Miss Tane outsize fish bowl.

Goh wey, yuh kean bwile sof egg
But still yuh want get ring,
Noh man na gwine fe married yuh
Wen yuh kean do a ting.

Is grudge yuh grudgeful, me kean cook
But me ben goh dah good school,
Me got intelligency yuh
Illiterated fool!

Me sorry fe de man yuh get
De po’ting hooden nyam
When you ackebus him salt-fish
An bwilivous him yam.


Get away from here! you look like a vagabond!
What do you think you’re going to do?
You and your ragamuffin friends
assume I’m afraid of you?

Get out of here! You resemble clothes on a stick.
‘Tis me you really trying to disgrace?
I’m just the one to use my hand
and let it fly into your face.

My hands aren’t members of any congregation,
and I pay no license to communicate.
I will tell you about your — look here…
You better not get me irrate.

I don’t know which church
your mouth could have joined,
you lips hang off your face
like a mule that can’t make up his mind.

Go away, you and I aren’t friends!
Your legs are shapeless and long
as if someone threw them from a distance
and attached them quite wrong!

Your feet look like a capital K,
and just look at those nose holes!
they are big and wide,
just like Miss Tane’s oversized fish bowl.

Get out of here! You can’t even boil an egg
and yet you want a wedding ring?!
No man will want to marry you
When you can’t do a thing!

You’re too envious. I can’t cook
but I definitely go to a good school.
I have high intelligence
you illiterated fool!!

I’m so sorry for the man you get.
The poor soul would never eat a thing
when you ‘obliterate’ his rice,
and ‘illiterate’ his chicken wing.