Unconscious Woman
Dark as the night
So I led myself.
Quietly on my hospital bed
Unconscious I am
Warm is my private room
As I hesitantly smile at the wind blow,
through the window of the mind
Unconscious I am
I hear no baby cries;
I hear no water runs;
I hear no wind blows;
I hear no people speak
Speak of my hectic mind not troubled
Speak of my completed work not done
Speak of my said words not spoken
Speak of my reached journey not traveled.
Fell over did the structure,
That led me to my loss of sight.
Crashed did the mountains,
That hid the fields with apple trees.
Unconscious I was; so I understood.
---By Tamara Booi----
Yet Again!
Your innocence was stolen
Early in your childhood
Life took it away
And left you with history
You rose from it!
Death visited your home
And your mother was taken away
Unprepared was your soul
As death is never on time
You rose; Yet Again!
Pretty young lady you became
Too pretty for the eyes of men to just look
‘Destroy the temple’ was the voice
Heard by them as your virginity was broken
You rose; Yet Again!
Life was too kind
Gave you your own family
The universe did not agree
As it was crashed before your eyes
You rose; Yet Again!
The sun is shining even brighter
So bright that you are seeing no more
Wrecking your future as
You run away from your past
You shall rise; Yet Again!
Rise You will
Yet Again!
---By Tamara Booi---
ALL THAT I HAD
You asked my name and I told you my surname.
You asked if u could call me and I gave u my numbers.
You asked to see me and I gave you my address.
You asked me to trust you and I gave you my loyalty.
You asked me to love you and I gave you my heart.
You asked me to be your wife and I gave you my happiness.
You asked me to hold u and I gave you my body.
You asked me to believe in you and I gave you confidence.
You asked me to forgive you and I gave you peace.
You asked me to run a bath for you and Baby I gave you a back scrub.
You asked me to make you laugh and I sang for you.
You asked me to support you and I carried you.
You asked me to help you and I gave you my time.
You asked me for stability and I gave you a home and a family.
You asked for my strength and I raised your children for you.
You asked me to share my life with you and I gave you my life.
I gave you all that u asked for.
I gave you more than what you asked for
I gave you all that I had,
and then I asked you to stop hurting me,
and you gave me HIV.
---written by a 21yr old girl---
Spirit Knows No Distinction
They hated you;
Because you are black
They hid knowledge in the book
Because you can’t read
They assumed you know nothing;
Because you uneducated
They told you that you can’t
Because you never did
You hate his children;
Because they are not yours
You hate your father;
Because he hates your Mother
You hate happiness;
Because you are never happy
You hate speaking;
Because no one listens
You’ve got so much hatred;
For just about everything
Your reasons motivates
The hatred in your sole
Spirit knows no difference
Spirit knows no color
Spirit knows no loyalty
It’s either you are a hater or a lover!
---By Tamara Booi---
All in your Perception
Sunny days may be too hot
Winter days may be too cold
Life may be too short
All in your perception
Failure may not be a lesson
Tragedy may not be wisdom
Success may not be everything
All in your perception
Your God may be tangible
Your God may be on earth
Your God may be the size of your heart
All in your perception
Children smiles may not give you hope
Family may not give you stability
A million dollar may not make you happy
Paradise is in your mind.
---By Tamara Booi---
The unknown
Who is she; they ask
Who am I; you confirm
As you battle introducing
The unknown
A name never heard of
A surname with no reference
A family with no colourful history
A hamlet not found on the map
You; the unknown
The Unknown shall be known
If the unknown allows
The unknown shall be heard
If the unknown speaks
The unknown shall be read of
If the unknown writes
The unknown shall be seen
If the unknown unveils
But the unknown shall be
If the unknown remains
The unknown
---By Tamara Booi---
The Owner of the umbilical-cord
(Inspired by a true story of a Mother found after 30yrs!)
They told me my illness brought us apart
They told me your problems got in the way
They told me a little
I longed for a little more
Happy was a little girl you gave birth to
Peaceful was the reflection she portrayed
Wondering; were the people concerned
Longing was the spirit in her soul
Would charismas be any different?
Would Sundays be mellower?
Would education be much better?
Would food be tastier?
Would life be meaningful?
So many years went by
So many dreams were shuttered
So many hopes faded away
Amongst the stars is where you may be
Life took away the owner I knew
Deep was the hole in my heart
Hunger for the misty search arose
As I died a slow internal death
The city of Gold was were I was heading
With so much hope; yet so much fear
Burning was the desire in my heart
Fear; could stop me no more
Complete was the puzzle of my life
As the foreign; yet important piece was found
Alive in the city of gold
The owner of the umbilical-cord
---By Tamara Booi----
“The Forbidden Fruit”
Kind; when the world is unkind
Sweet; when the world is sour
Remembers; when the world forgets
Bracing; when the world is deadly
The forbidden fruit, keeps life interesting!
Loquacious; when the world is silent
Lights up; when the world switches off
Gives hope; when the world is fruitless
Take notice; when the world ignores
The forbidden fruit, keeps life interesting!
Attractive is; the forbidden fruit
Striking is; the forbidden fruit
Exotic is; the forbidden fruit
Finely brewed is; the forbidden fruit
Fulfilling is; the forbidden fruit
Giving; when the world is mean
Easy; when the world is heavy
Smiles; when the world is rough
Heartening; when the world is gloomy
The forbidden fruit, keeps life interesting!
Fruit with no color
Fruit with no kind
Fruit with no feature
Fruit with no name
The forbidden fruit, keeps life interesting!
---By Tamara Booi---
An Average girl with Big Dreams
Arrived at the city
On quest for knowledge
City lights showed so much hope
Decided to keep on
Open roads showed so much space
Decided to run
Tall buildings showed so much ethnicity
Decided to observe
Distinct cultures showed so much diversity
Decided to blend
Poverty showed so much relevance
Decided to survive
People showed so much anger
Decided to smile
Colleagues showed so much jealousy
Decided to excel
Friends showed so much competition
Decided to stand out
Many jobs gave little fulfillment
Decided to learn
Government showed a little support
Decided to discover
Men showed so much endurance
Decided to be inspired
Women told so many stories
Decided to write
Life is still to happen
And I decide to win!
---By Tamara Booi---
Keep on Keeping on
(There’s Hope)
Every time you go home
At least one harvest has dried out
You got to keep on hoping!
Every time you turn on the radio
A role-model has committed crime
You got to keep on trusting!
Every time you look at the TV
Someone is acting foolish
You got to keep on moving!
Every time you listen to the news
Politicians keep on fighting
You got to keep on voting!
Every time you want to sleep
Problems keep on making noise
You got to keep on pushing!
Every time you want to move on
Past mistakes keep on pulling back
You got to keep on trying!
.................
Loved ones will keep on dying
Men will keep on lying
Children will keep on crying
Government will keep on failing
We got to keep on surviving!
---By Tamara Booi---
A state of mind death
Troubles and defeat,
Lightening and thunder
Failures and deceit,
Crying & Anger
I was dead; long before they pronounced so
Death came in the night
The consciousness of hollowness
That became the constant host
That led to my undeclared death
I was here before,
I thought I knew the road.
I’m familiar with the melody,
but the lyrics are so new.
I’m only hearing the base,
the leading vocals are so soft.
I was dead; long before they pronounced so
Everything is occurring,
but nothing is happening.
Life is going on,
but nothing is moving on.
People are carrying on,
but I’m still holding on.
The years are passing by,
but my ages is standing still.
I was dead; long before they pronounced so
A state of mind death,
overwhelming my inner engine
Causing it to produce,
An overpowering state of fear
Lingering at the edge of my success
Silently screaming for it to stop
but the feeling is so strong
Stronger that the desire to win.
I have come so long, to a distant place so far
But my eyes are too blind to see,
My strength is too weak to carry on
My faith is too thin to believe
My heart is too fragile to bear
and my fears are too strong to ignore
I was dead; long before they pronounced so.
-----By: Tamara Booi-----
Love lost not forgotten
Good friendship we had
Amazing companions we were
Beautiful love we shared
Great history we made
Sadly there’s nothing more for us
So, what do you want lover?
You receive letters I never sent
You hear words I never said
You read messages I never wrote
You imagine things I can never give
You creating life you’ll never live
But, what do you want lover?
So long to the feelings we had
Goodbye to the dreams we had
Farewell to the values we shared
Next time to the chances we had
I have let go of the history we had
So, what do you want lover?
You are no longer the sunshine in my life,
Let me go
You are no longer the heart beat in my heart,
Let me go
You are no longer the queen in my castle,
Let me go
You are no longer the treasure in my desires,
Let me go
You are no longer the angel in my heaven,
Let me go
I am not the truth you deserve,
Let go
I am not the keeper you need,
Let go
I am not the dream you hope for,
Let go
I am not the pleasure you desire,
Let go
I am not the man you are looking for.
So, what do you want lover?
-----By: Tamara Booi-----