TRAMMELED DESTINATION.

Find me where the wild things are, find me where poetry is

Lena The Poet

I was condemned by culture, my dreams were shattered by inhuman monsters, they call themselves elders and claim to promote heritage, this is absurd a sick and a terrible outrage, we are in the twenty first century, where people are led by vision and dreams.

I had a dream, it was my consuming passion, my sense of destiny but most of all my overriding goal, I always wanted to be a philosopher but never had i imagined my end was going to shutter, that was no end since there barely was a beginning   all there was was an anticipating soul, a soul that wished to overcome all iniquity  and every obstacle that would barricade me from my dream, my desire.

But culture, ooh culture! Why have you defiled me, why have you tampered with my innocence, i have to face the consequences though i never wished to be born…

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TRAMMELED DESTINATION.

Find me where the wild things are, find me where poetry is

Lena The Poet

I was condemned by culture, my dreams were shattered by inhuman monsters, they call themselves elders and claim to promote heritage, this is absurd a sick and a terrible outrage, we are in the twenty first century, where people are led by vision and dreams.

I had a dream, it was my consuming passion, my sense of destiny but most of all my overriding goal, I always wanted to be a philosopher but never had i imagined my end was going to shutter, that was no end since there barely was a beginning   all there was was an anticipating soul, a soul that wished to overcome all iniquity  and every obstacle that would barricade me from my dream, my desire.

But culture, ooh culture! Why have you defiled me, why have you tampered with my innocence, i have to face the consequences though i never wished to be born…

View original post 313 more words

TRAMMELED DESTINATION.

I was condemned by culture, my dreams were shattered by inhuman monsters, they call themselves elders and claim to promote heritage, this is absurd a sick and a terrible outrage, we are in the twenty first century, where people are led by vision and dreams.

I had a dream, it was my consuming passion, my sense of destiny but most of all my overriding goal, I always wanted to be a philosopher but never had i imagined my end was going to shutter, that was no end since there barely was a beginning   all there was was an anticipating soul, a soul that wished to overcome all iniquity  and every obstacle that would barricade me from my dream, my desire.

But culture, ooh culture! Why have you defiled me, why have you tampered with my innocence, i have to face the consequences though i never wished to be born, i have to pay the price of a culture i do not wish to be part of, as innocent as i am and with no compromise.

They tell me an agreement was made, i am to marry ones i am of age, but there was one thing they were forgetting, a dream would be shattered, a life would be lost and a future would be broken, that still did not ring a bell, i was married off at thirteen, i cried and beseeched my people to help but that was a custom and no one dared intervene, I turned to the almighty, begged him to save my soul from the wretched predicament but they mocked me an said, not even him would come in between.

The agony is more everyday, this is not the life i chose neither is this the path i wished to trod on, there was so much i wanted to do, so much i kept in store, but all that seems to be gone and so is the hope of being restored, i lost my virginity to my grandfather but in reality he was a husband, i am filled with shame whenever he calls me his own, when he touches and calls me to lie down, oh! Culture why did you condemn an innocent soul while all she wanted was a chance to transform and bring change to the society.

This is a call, to help shattered and tampered dreams as my own, to those who wish life be more meaningful and for it to bring a new dawn, for us bound in cultural chains, in immense agony and to whom greatest is the pain, we need a chance to break out from our cacoon  alone we are bound to fail all we need is a chance to prove we are substantial, to help those in so much denial.

DIVERGENT ALLEGIANCE

From the dry savannas of a far away land lies a farfetched people, a wretched generation,

A generation considered to be of little men, with no nobility of men unduly divorced from the processes of nature,

We who are accustomed to live in bondage to whom every vital impulse slowly withers as though we are cut flowers in a vase,

In this dry grounds and abandoned nation of calamity lies an allegiance,

There lives brevity there is a clarion call for sovereignty a notion of liberty,

To free ourselves from all atrocity and whatever sort of inhumanity that barricades us from our destiny.

 

There larks diverse but bifurcated talents, those that can only wish to be but never really get there,

They get no opportunity to become, to thrive and live up to who they dream of being,

A people subjected to boredom never experiencing freedom, whose day by day grow solemn,

When hunger strikes and calamity befall, when all goes wrong and no one listens to our solicits,

We still sing in harmony that the odds are never in our favour, however lowly and out of order we may seem.

 

We are a people abandoned to nature’s wrath living under its mercies and surviving on its little provisions,

We are so united we feel totally exceptional yet we are nothing special,

We stumble and fall we have no liberator of our own, we are woe begone but to intimidation we never succumb,

We are strong, we are self made not just nature’s waste disposal units we are unique,

This is who we are, the divergent allegiance.

I am Lena  and I’m a poet

I write to intrigue, inspire and transform, to intrigue on what is not eccentric rather most charismatic, to inspire and unleash potential, bring out what is most substantial, to transform inability, negate negative stance, censure stoicism

My words are weaved out of of experience, the lessons are integrated from life’s story, poetry to me is inborn……. This is my journey