#shenglish

[craftychocovibes]

LaYeReD THouGHTS

Am tired, aki nimechoka na nimechoka sana

You try so hard to stay relevant

Sometimes for yourself and at times for others

Ni kaa kuuza nguruwe mskitini

Katika hizo harakati muuzaji hujipata bila mashati

Some things don’t cut it with the wrong audience

And if you’re being honest,

All things don’t cut it with the wrong crowd

 Mi si slay queen na mi si ode

Kuna masaa ya uber na masaa ya rodi

Bff minister na neighbor konkodi

I realize am caught between the divide

To do and be better, and at times an eye for an eye

Do I lie? I can’t die, recognize

Am a daughter of the most high

Third eye, insight, my maker, I and I

Am confused, I lie

Am calm as the sea before a stormy night

And right after

The constant calm that always watches

 Is anything really required of me?

And if it is, why is it so?

Who in society do I owe?

Didn’t each of us come on their own?

Across the stars and through birth

To curve a story, create a life, their very own

Except for the very simple fact that I am human

Nothing about me can be likened to any man

All woman, a vessel to express his will

From within, like clay to a potter

 Is my individuality a crime?

 Does a drop in the ocean know it is a drop, or

Does the illusion convince it, it is only part of the sea?

Who are you to me?

One in all and all is one

From the first came the last

And the last stands alone

My own

Of course, it does, isn’t it me? I?

I searched for God and only found myself

For I prayed and answered my self

Meditated and only heard my self

Kujiangalia kwa kioo ni kama kuwatch mannequin outside a store

So close yet so far away

The stranger within

So familiar, a comrade, daughter, sister

Yet a stranger, evolving, learning, ever-changing

Nina maswali kwa kweli na sicheki, nawaza nikiwazua, sibanduki

Nikinyambua na kuchanganya mchanganiko wa mawazo

Vikwwazo ninazo kwa wingi

Mi sili silali, moyo wazi , unearth me...

 Aina za wanadamu natambua,

Forget the rich and the poor

Walio na ukame ama hata mvua

Diversity runs deep, every nation, under skin

Utapata shoga ana manzi

Mwalimu duanzi, utadhani ye mwanafunzi

Lipstick black na nywele samawati

Katikati mshipi rangi ya majani,

chai, hongo, mwenda pole hajikwai,

walahi, alhamdulilahi, nishawai siri za maisha,

roho dirisha, mdomo lango

Ni ka kutisha ndovu utamnyonga na kamba,

Hii life ni uncertain

The only certainty being that everything changes

 Between the heart and mind

Is a walk, a stroll, one of a kind

You never walk behind, just in stride

Within the essence that powers humankind

When the heart feels the mind will rise

Stretching to find a solution inside

Your personal bona fide

Sworn servant, but a master by default

Endless chatter with nowhere to siphon

The careless servant playing master upon my throne

Absent master, caught inside, locked within

Where are my thoughts? Why them? Is this a bad thought? What haven’t I bought? Where’s my charger? I need a nap. Why the hell is it so hot? Organized chaos, mental mad hatter

Si advice na si suluhisho

Fikira kama mto, bila wito, kelele bila mwisho

Aki nimechoka, nimechoka tena sana

 So I take matters into my own hands

This life is divine and its mine

As long as dawn comes, the sun will rise

As long as am alive I’ll use my eyes

To see what needs to be seen and observe the rest

As long as am alive, my body will serve

Me as the master and my servant mind

Pure essence, imperfect growth

Body host for my Soul

In and out of dreamland

Occasionally I pause

With fire burning, I acknowledge that

Am a woman with some flaws but

a rebel with a cause

I stop to listen to what the servant has to say

For they know my home

The armies of cells know my organs best,

Running everything while my mind is at rest

It’s fine, the heart will always bridge the divide

This or that, fire and ice

From ashes comes the Phoenix

My only truth knowledge

From the worst comes the best

The best being the manifestation of 

The worsts constant need for purification, imperfect perfection

The desired outcome is always a result

Of the test of a lifetime

the only test in this lifetime

the ability to change and adapt,

Multiple manifestations of the creative will aside,

The journey within has its own tide

And with every passing cloud

comes the sun in between, strong and purposeful

always shining for the Leo in me