Pedicure, manicure; this cure, that cure
Yet nobody tells them they are sick for sure
Spending so much; to make the outside beautiful
Yet they don’t have time; to make the inside beautiful
Squeezing the life out of their bodies
Squeezing themselves into tight clothes
No wonder they have no space in their lives
No space for truth or reality
No space to even think…
Of what they’re really doing
Doing their best to reveal their cleaves and curves
Doing themselves the injustice they perhaps deserve
We get the theme: “Less fabric, more meat”
But those who have much on the inside
Are not so keen to show their outside
What’s left to show; when you bear it all?
Their lives are upside down
The ladies of the night town
They do their thing on the low down
But I wish they would slow down
And realize; love died because we killed it!
Imperfect pieces, struggling to fit in
Quick to adopt a uniform line of thought
Seeking unity in conformity, in ways unbefitting
Struggling so hard to be exactly what you’re not
There’s just one little thing that she forgot
True beauty just cannot be bought
Earphones stuck in her ears all day
Plugged in to the rest of the world – except herself
She listens to Rihanna and Beyonce all day
But she doesn’t have time – to listen to herself
Or her heart…the screaming voice inside
Muffled by the noise of the world
She’s driven by impulse, not purpose
Quick to ape, slow to think
See, she has a fake face, complete with a fake smile
Fake bosom, fake hips, fake behind
Fake hair, fake nails, and a fake personality
But she is seriously looking for a ‘real’ man!
Yet she’s…
Deeply in love
With a man who deeply lusts after her
And not just one, but many
And the epic romance; began
When you met at a strip club
She says, ‘We have a lot in common’
And I agree…You chase the same illusions
But most common of all, is how
The both of you are so good at living a lie
But;
Expecting lust to last
Is like building a tower with dust
I can explain it all now
The broken homes, broken dreams, broken hearts, broken lives…
When we throw truth out the window
We begin to live in the shadow
Of the very light that should highlight
The beauty of reality
For how much longer
Will you wake each morning to live a lie?
For how much longer
Will you live in the shadow of fear
And die a little more inside!
For how much longer
Will you run away from the truth
And prefer darkness to light
We only have one life to live
Live it true
Live it best
Live it fully
Dignified, respectable, honorable, noble, authentic, real, original!
A life you can be TRULY proud of
When you breathe your last!
It’s your life, your legacy!
By William Mudamba
Wow!!! So intense so true, no sugar-coating, the ugly truth.
Yes, V. The TRUTH. 🙂
I started reading this and thought of William saying these exact same words. Got to the end and saw his name – lovely piece as always.
🙂 his conviction is always infectious! Thank you Baro!
William
beautiful piece
Seconded!