Do. Me.
Baby, break the boundaries
between what I see, what I feel, what I do.
In the order and sequence of every fibre of my being,
help me reach the unseen.
These last few days contemplative,
elemental in many ways.
My brittle body weakened.
Prompting a perspective focused inward
on renewal, like never before.
The imperatives
manicure, pedicure, shop, dance, sleep-in
manicure, pedicure, shop, dance, sleep-in.
Delegate!
Remote-control in hand, agitate the crew.
Do. Me. Baby, and I'll emerge
fully able to deal with existence.
Play hookie,
girls' night out,
kick-it-old-school
put the mind at ease
search no more for unfinished business.
Do. Me. Break the boundaries
between what I see, what I feel, what I do.
Mama Shujaa.
Copyright © Hana Njau-Okolo 2009. All Rights Reserved.
do rey me? manicure pedicure shop dance sleep in...oh oh oh my!? xxx j
ReplyDeleteFa so la ti doh me!! LOL Janelli - ni ndoto tu!
ReplyDeleteI hear the drums again mama,
ReplyDeleteSuch sensuality in all you write.... Breaking the boundaries between the seen, the felt, the done...
Do. Us. Mama...
Rock us in the arms of your rhythm,
Your love is Wild and beautiful,
M
Maithri, young poet, I'm quoting what you posted today because it speaks to me deeply today:
ReplyDelete"The universe calls to us today and every day, saying:
"Wild Heart,
Dont worry about what they think.
Sing your song,
Live your life,
As if no one was watching,
The music is not 'out there'
It is inside you...."
Maithri, it warms my heart that you recognize a signature tune, though.
Mama Shujaa
*Snapping my fingers in the air* LOVE THIS! Empowering in a very in-your-face kind of way. YET, it manages to be very much about the "Me" in the piece, almost as though the writer couldn't care less about anyone else's thoughts on the matter b/c it has already been decided. Taking back one's Self -- that's what this says to me. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteOH, and thanks for your words of wisdom on my last post! I took them in, and they felt great!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful gift you have for arranging words together. Amazing!
ReplyDeleteMama S ~ I just read your comment on my blog about what camera you should purchase. If you don't mind sending me an email (to angelastamps AT hotmail DOT com) I'd love to talk more with you about this. :) I'll try to answer any questions that you might have.
ReplyDeleteExecumama: LOL! Love the *snapping fingers*
ReplyDeleteThe ability to "do.me" is always empowering =)
ReplyDeletePlay hookie,
ReplyDeletegirls' night out,
kick-it-old-school
put the mind at ease
search no more for unfinished business.
Sounds sublime. . . the meaning of Mutterglueck!
Loved seeing tropical foliage on a cold winter’s day. Your poem has a fun message and great rhythm. I'm dancing to your words. You make me smile. I really needed that today. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteYou better write it Mama S! Write. It. I just adore your voice...
ReplyDeleteYeah, Mama Shujaa! Let's dance, let's sing, let's beat that drum with the rhythm of life! Wonderful, uplifting do.me - I'm going to croon that to myself all day long! Thank you, special lady.
ReplyDeleteNice and straight to the heart. That's how I like my poetry, uncompromised. Many thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
@Ms. Bar B: if we could only manage do it all the time, au siyo? :-)
ReplyDeleteRose-Anne,
ReplyDeleteI'm going to be mother hen and cluck cluck cluck, Mutterglueck, Mutterglueck, Mutterglueck!
LOL.
Sarah,
ReplyDeleteThat is a photograph of nyumbani in Nairobi, Kenya. Many wonderful moments I experienced behind that fence and banana plants... :-)
Denene,
ReplyDeleteEven when I'm screaming?
:-)
Tessa,
ReplyDeleteYeah, let's do it african style:
...when African woman go dance, she go dance the fire dance... (Fela!)
A Cuban in London,
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting and for your nice comment.