Posted in emotion, Poetry

Perfect Storm

I refuse to be motivated by this world

I refuse to over-indulge

or self-expose

or dispose of history

as they would want us to

I refuse to be motivated by this world

put pressure on myself

success in this world

does not beat the success guaranteed to me

by God

I refuse to be motivated by this world

And I will march head on into the rain

and shout to the world as they hide behind their walls

that I refuse to settle in this system

and I shall dance in the rain

and parade my aspirations

I shall speak to every running leaf, every howl of the wind, and every tear-drop from the sky

and we shall be free until we are tired

by then the world will be awake and know not of the perfect storm that has been.

-a.K.a-

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Author:

Hi, my name's Aisha and I am 24 years of age. I'm passionate about writing poetry. Sometimes, I don't know how to convey my thoughts in normal conversation but I can spin off a poem about what I am feeling in 5 minutes. Or less. Writing is my thing. Like it is a lot of people's 'thing' and sometimes the only 'thing' that is a sufficient outlet to stop us all from going crazy. There's a lot of pain and anxiety in my poems, but often relief, which I find hard to convey but manage to slip it in at the end with a reference from the Quran or a hadith. If you feel you recognise this same emotional attachment to words, then feel free to read my blog and do not hesitate to contact me, comment and subscribe! Peace, Aisha -a.K.a-

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