SAEFEXPERIENCE

My first issue with feminism is the name. You can’t ask for equality of the sexes and have bias for one of the sexes. What you would end up doing is creating reverse oppression because the women will grow so strong and oppress the men, and the cycle will continue. In finding my path, I first blamed women, because in my short time of existence, women raised me and most of the people around me. They chose that I cook and clean while my cousins played. They said “you are a woman, no man will take this from you”. They said “with this your attitude, you won’t find husband”, “your opinions are too strong for a lady, you need to listen more when your man is talking”, “ Don’t buy a big car or live alone o! You will chase men away” “why are you not married yet?” “You need to learn to cook o” women told me all these but never did I hear them tell the male kids around me the same thing. Instead I heard “you are supposed to be strong for your sisters”, “are you not a man? Why are you crying?” “Th

He sells love to women, She sells love to older men, Unlike her husband, he listens to her calls it hustling, She takes care of his needs for the sake of surviving, They say they are under the upper hand. Five years after graduation, Been telling loved ones to hold on, It’s another year again, Now he betrays older women for the gain He says he’s under the upper hand. I have been stuck in my daydream, To be among the A team, My face seems to be shrinking, My mind is crumbling, But I am still under the upper hand. We all want to be in the upper class, That’s why the worst things in life come free to us, We all go crazy for a couple grand, Forgetting we will all return to sand, At the end of the day, we are all under the upper hand.                                                                                  saefhenryosas

Something in altitude kindles power-thirst Mere horse-height suffices the emir Bestowing from rich folds of the prodigious turban Upon crawling peasants in the dust Rare imperceptible nods enwrapped In princely boredom.   I too have known A parching of that primordial palate, A quickening to manifest the life Of a long recessive appetite. Though strapped and manacled That day I commanded from the pinnacle. Of a three-tiered world a bridge befitting The proud deranged deity I had become. A magic rug of rushing clouds Billowed and rubbed its white softness Like practiced houri fingers on my soul, And through filters of its gauzy fabric. Revealed wonders of a metropolis, Magic-struck to fairyland proportions. By different adjustments of vision I caused the clouds to float Over a stilled landscape, over towers And masts and smoke-plumed chimneys; Or turned the very earth, unleashed From itself, a roaming fugitive. Beneat

Two weeks in a Virginia jail  For my lover for my lover  Twenty thousand dollar bail  For my lover for my lover And everybody thinks  That I'm the fool  But they don't get  Any love from you  The things we won't do for love I'd climb a mountain if I had to  And risk my life so I could have you  You, you, you.............. Everyday I'm psychoanalyzed For my lover for my lover  They dope me up and I tell them lies For my lover for my lover I follow my heart And leave my head to ponder Deep in this love  No man can shake I follow my heart  And leave my mind to wonder Is this love worth  The sacrifices I make What do you make of this lyrics, share your thoughts.                        -Tracy Chapman

Son, I wish I could wake up and see you standing there. Then I would know that it was just a nightmare. Son, I remember when you were small and how you would hold my hand,  and as you grew older you became my best friend. Son, I have 29 years of memories that I will treasure and keep safe in my heart. We share a bond that time and distance can never break apart. Son, oh how my heart aches so. I would love to have you back and never let you go. Son, where there was happiness,  now there is sadness. Son, how I long to hear your voice and see your beautiful smile  and have you back for just a little while. Son, until that day I see you again,  I will look to the sky and search among the stars for my son and best friend. Love, Mom Barbara J. Rouse