My Disobedient Feet
Today
My feet were disobedient
They must have done what I did not ask them to
I meant to use my hands
At the polling station
To vote in somebody
But they must have done, what I did not ask them to
They kicked out the old president
Really I didn't ask them to
Because I only meant to use my hands
But it's okay if they did.
My feet were disobedient
They must have done what I did not ask them to
I meant to use my hands
At the polling station
To vote in somebody
But they must have done, what I did not ask them to
They kicked out the old president
Really I didn't ask them to
Because I only meant to use my hands
But it's okay if they did.
I Would Rather be Poor
I would rather be poor if this is how the rich behave
After all I'm wealthy in reason and resources
I would rather be uneducated if this is how the well schooled behave
For they will have read more notes but I will be wiser
I would rather be hungry if this is how the satisfied behave
For in my hunger I will be humane
I would rather be a guard at the parliament gate if this is how the politicians behave
For I will brush shoulders with them at the entrance and not participate in their sly schemes
I would rather be powerless if this is how the powerful behave
For in my toothlessness I will bite harder and deeper
After all I'm wealthy in reason and resources
I would rather be uneducated if this is how the well schooled behave
For they will have read more notes but I will be wiser
I would rather be hungry if this is how the satisfied behave
For in my hunger I will be humane
I would rather be a guard at the parliament gate if this is how the politicians behave
For I will brush shoulders with them at the entrance and not participate in their sly schemes
I would rather be powerless if this is how the powerful behave
For in my toothlessness I will bite harder and deeper
Give Me
Give me the knowledge to know
That my suffering may be fairer
That I would not easily swap.
If I was given a chance.
Give me the light to shed
On the dark corners so dark
And give me the wisdom to know
Where the darkness is.
Give me the stage to shout out
My voice for ages drowned
And give me the ears to hear
My wants and feel with me.
Give me the power to transform
The societies that need change
And give me the power to avail
The tools that do the job.
Give me the joy of life, let me see it as a privilege
Open my eyes to see, for sight is a privilege too
Guide my hands to reach out, and hold who grope in darkness
For touch is a privilege too, that can mend broken hearts.
The Empowerment Institute
A few Visas had been rejected
She looked at me, the madam, that madam at The US Embassy desk
Her eyes poked into mine
My knees did not wobble, as I thought they would
My eyes poked deeper into hers.
It is my turn
My folder is full, I have a full sack load of supporting documents
Her stabbing stare tear into my eyes
She asks me how much money I earn in a month:
Madam, I have no earning. Do you not know that I live on a stipend?
She looks at me again, her mouth agape.
Madam: What do you do?
Leah: I am the founder of PACHO, looking to change my community, country, and world
I write articles for various magazines, with a focus on women and HIV
I am a Citizen Journalist, trained at World Pulse- and oh, Lady Madam, I am a goodwill ambassador there as well
I am trained at Liverpool, to Counsel and Test on HIV
I am Leah, on my way- To the Empowerment Institute
Madam: The Empowerment Institute?
Leah: Yes, Your Honor. I am going to Learn The Art Of Creating Our Lives How We Want It...
Madam: I grant you a visa. Enjoy your stay in The United States
Leah: Thank you Madam
They said the winter was harsh. For me, it was winter
After all I had never been exposed to a milder one
For all I cared
Was The Empowerment Institute
That my suffering may be fairer
That I would not easily swap.
If I was given a chance.
Give me the light to shed
On the dark corners so dark
And give me the wisdom to know
Where the darkness is.
Give me the stage to shout out
My voice for ages drowned
And give me the ears to hear
My wants and feel with me.
Give me the power to transform
The societies that need change
And give me the power to avail
The tools that do the job.
Give me the joy of life, let me see it as a privilege
Open my eyes to see, for sight is a privilege too
Guide my hands to reach out, and hold who grope in darkness
For touch is a privilege too, that can mend broken hearts.
The Empowerment Institute
A few Visas had been rejected
She looked at me, the madam, that madam at The US Embassy desk
Her eyes poked into mine
My knees did not wobble, as I thought they would
My eyes poked deeper into hers.
It is my turn
My folder is full, I have a full sack load of supporting documents
Her stabbing stare tear into my eyes
She asks me how much money I earn in a month:
Madam, I have no earning. Do you not know that I live on a stipend?
She looks at me again, her mouth agape.
Madam: What do you do?
Leah: I am the founder of PACHO, looking to change my community, country, and world
I write articles for various magazines, with a focus on women and HIV
I am a Citizen Journalist, trained at World Pulse- and oh, Lady Madam, I am a goodwill ambassador there as well
I am trained at Liverpool, to Counsel and Test on HIV
I am Leah, on my way- To the Empowerment Institute
Madam: The Empowerment Institute?
Leah: Yes, Your Honor. I am going to Learn The Art Of Creating Our Lives How We Want It...
Madam: I grant you a visa. Enjoy your stay in The United States
Leah: Thank you Madam
They said the winter was harsh. For me, it was winter
After all I had never been exposed to a milder one
For all I cared
Was The Empowerment Institute