Let him come to you (POEM)

Let him learn to Understand you

Let him know when you are sad even when all he can see is your smile

Let him learn to see the confidence in the stride of your hips

Let him grow to unfold what lead to such a broken woman

Let him come the extra mile for all you’ve ever known never came to you

Let him come to you; so, you will know that you’re worth the wait

Let him do all of what you think ain’t for you

Let him buy you those roses; for just the moment to be yours

Let him hold your hand; so that you can know that touch was never meant to hurt

Let him court you, that every steps breaks that great wall

Let him come to you and above all stay put. Know how it feels to be won over

Let him see you, for your standards were never for an invisible woman

Let him appreciate what you’ve achieved and fought to become. Just let him.

Let him utter your name like no one else does

Let him carry you; just so, you could see that none of what carried will ever be as heavy again

Let him make you laugh, just so you could hear that different tune for just this once

Let him wonder about you, for you to know that space and time are not the only infinite entities.

Let him call you beautiful; Just so, you can finally love those flaws

Let him, dear, for its healing you. Not to make him God, but to make him a partner

And that is all you ever simply needed.

I will be the end of you (POEM)

I know you will leave eventually,

Still, I want it all.

I want all that you can give.

And all that we can create.

Will I ever tell you that I know?

Will I look at you and just see past our time.

Will I see that period that marks the end of our story.

Or will I still write that story? Word by word till I lead it to its end;

But still, unfold its beginning.

I will love you, now. Like I will love you then.

For there is no tense in our safe haven.

There is just a standstill in your arms.

Your every touch will my skin pore memorize.

The way your eyes look at me will be what I see when I close my own.

For you came to love this human being that I am with everything I deem to be the least about me.

I held myself for so long, for to open that book meant to close it at some point.

Can’t I read you forever?

Can’t you at least be that unfinished story…

I will take that over an end of you.

I hate that I am growing in wanting you.

Even when I know I will be the one to throw that handful dirt and that one rose.

Our paths feel ever so close, for time can’t help but happen. And fate can’t help but be.

Your existence hunts me in my dreams, for your soul bears the painting fit for my canvas.

By Better Benigne Uhiriwe

I am EDEN to An Eve (POEM)

I was once a trail of trees that graced God’s Garden.

I was a womb to carry his first creation.

I was The Forbidden Tree.

I was woman’s first friend.

I was there when all that could be done was to be cast away.

I was there when The Son came forth as a lamb for a sacrifice.

I was there, Eve in all your forms.

When you were black and inferiority was your second skin.

When you were Arabic and to hold a book was a grave sin.

When you were Chinese, and the shape of your eyes is all people could see

I was there when you were white, and yet that was never enough.

I walked with you, when to carry a savior came as a blasphemy to those you called family.

I was the third being when Elizabeth understood the assignment.

I saw your continuous hustle to reach out to a God that could only see your sins.

I was more than A Garden; I was I am.

I was the history that reminded you how short you fall.

And the present that came in ten ways.

And a future that never needed your works for redemption to come your way.

Eve, I was never who you had and lost.

I was who you were and who you were always meant to be.

A Garden of Grace.

For pain to never be what accompanies the birth of your off springs.

To comprehend that The Omnipresent never turned from you but came for you.

To live with the knowledge that you are no longer at the mercy of fate.

That life will be taking the color of a woman whose aware of Her God.

That Hell’s gates are but an entrance to a world that fears what you have.

Woman, it was never I and you. It is Us for The Kingdom.

Don’t live in the ignorance that you took from me; you took from yourself.

For The Creator had blessed you not to have but to BE.

The Potter created you as clay to carry his entity.

To be an extension of himself.

I see you, Eve.

Your journey to return home, but know that it’s not place to come back to;

But a realm that dwells in you now.

I was the womb that nurtured you.

And now I am wisdom that whispers in your ear.

The trinity called you Mother once.

So, humanity could finally see beyond the veil.

My letter to You Eve,

Is to come forth with the good news, that from your own lips the world found out

of the resurrection of The Son.

Through out history, Tales of your conquer and defeat resonates

Paving the way for The Five of YOU to be written in that Ancient Holy Book,

As Ancestors to A Great Descendant

Those whom were called A Deceiver,

An Adulteress

A Gentile

A Traitor

A virgin

And God simply called you a HELPER.

By UBB

For all women out there.