Misunderstood, reduced to a placeholder you appear
The paths you've walked none can discover and many seem to forget the heart that exists within
I carry so much admiration for you at the special place you have created for me in your life, I remember the times when you would give me dollars or 50 cents- how I appreciate the struggle you went through to make sure I have something
So, I see you for all you are capable of, I take cognisance of the resilience you carry.
Every time I hear the song "Linda Linda jy's my skat" I feel the warmth and love it was created with
Lessons I have learnt... vital lessons that have shaped the being that I am today... I owe to you...I remain grateful and appreciate you for all that you are...
By: Linda RM Baumann
18 August 2016
06h54
I am a young African Woman who writes what I experience and feel at that moment... I believe in freedom of expression and spirit as it is the only way one would connect with oneself... I am Free within - Are you?
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Monday, August 1, 2016
The Box
You see me through the pinkest shade of rose colored glasses and I'll never understand why you take them off and never look in the mirror
Passion driven efforts glistening, executed for transformation and restoration
Over-dedicated,under-rated, emotions expressed but not felt..
I yearn to feel the satisfaction of the road paved with purpose and drive
Like a pack of hyenas, I watch as you stare lustfully at the image of balance.
Forcing me to realize that the eyes you seek for are blind to your words as though you were writing to blind mice.
You oversimplify complexity and complicate simplicity,
You plant cracks and throw stones as I stand baffled and finding that I confuse the understanding as to understand the confusion.
But there comes a time when you have to stop crossing oceans and walking through deserts...
I find myself empathising and sympathising to my own word, over -analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened. But in the end you leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on...
By: Linda RM Baumann
02 August 2016
06h14
Passion driven efforts glistening, executed for transformation and restoration
Over-dedicated,under-rated, emotions expressed but not felt..
I yearn to feel the satisfaction of the road paved with purpose and drive
Like a pack of hyenas, I watch as you stare lustfully at the image of balance.
Forcing me to realize that the eyes you seek for are blind to your words as though you were writing to blind mice.
You oversimplify complexity and complicate simplicity,
You plant cracks and throw stones as I stand baffled and finding that I confuse the understanding as to understand the confusion.
But there comes a time when you have to stop crossing oceans and walking through deserts...
I find myself empathising and sympathising to my own word, over -analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened. But in the end you leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on...
By: Linda RM Baumann
02 August 2016
06h14
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