Created by Me…

Learning to Ride a Bike

In womanhood she saw how she loved being in control
although it should have been clearly in her sightline from girlhood –
Barbies could be dressed and named, have their hair cut by her small hands
Teddy bears arranged neatly on her bed
But riding a bike; that was unpredictable
factors outside of her control.
She loved being at one with the four-wheeler
riding up and down her road when sun would shine down,
then when dad removed the first of those training wheels
fear took over her body and brain.
Wheels off
off balance,
she tilted to one side, immediately aware that crashing to ground was a high probability;
she didn’t want to graze her knee or bang her head
even with a helmet on.
Pain would come on her own terms, not her bike’s, so she put the bike away,
just like the scooter and Barbie roller-skates that could also send her falling.
Being in control of her body was always more important than having fun like a child should,
able to free themselves in their inhibitions so they can learn to ride a bike or skate with friends.

Shaniqua Benjamin

 

Restoring Humanness to the Homeless

Talking to people like they’re people has morphed into a foreign concept for some.

Believing words need to be contorted from lips when bestowed
on those in a contrary situation to yours.
May as well inscribe the headline,
“No roof overhead strips you of humanity”
A story filled with anecdotes of invisibility, disconnect and interactive inability.

Don’t hide behind being insensitive,
Anyone with awareness and care will know not to put a foot in a muddy puddle and splash it in another’s face.
Fear of insensitivity, an excuse used to escape interaction
outside of moments that interaction’s door is not closed altogether,
shutting them out, when what is desired is to be let in to a sense of normality –
What is needed to be fed into every headline, so it ceases to be news reported.

No longer alien territory,
speaking to people in adverse conditions, like they are people, becomes home in your mouth,
Reacting to them as you would anyone else.
Reviving their feeling of humanity that had been lost in statistics
they had no hand in constructing.

Sexualised Floor General

Have you taken time, tick-tock of the stop clock time, to watch?
Sank into the sofa, pupils glued, mind open
Ignorance swept out the door
Snide comments left below the depths.

You might find it’s not as you’ve been brainwashed to believe.
Society’s unbalanced illusions filling crevices of your cranium
Not treating the “fairer sex” fairly
Slamming their skills, dunking on their capabilities.

You’re not about fair though, are you?
Unless it’s fair on the corneas.
Attention on attraction and appearance
In place of strength, stamina, sagacity.

Probably why you jumped in with the Fighting Irish
Was struck by the Shock
Diggin beauty over leadership
Floor general sexualised; raw energy and talent overlooked.

Do looks add elements to her game in any way?
Not enabling her to sprint from line to line any faster
Add spring to her layups
Swipe fiercer with the best of them.

Ability coming for her work ethic
Fundamentals instilled, same as the names around her
Often overlooked, less lusted for;
Ugly, masculine, butch their labels.

Why do aesthetics means more than flair displayed?
It would make sense for genuine fans
To appreciate the spectacle, get lost in the intensity
Whether played women or men.

Push your biases to the sidelines.
Enjoy each quarter play by play.
Watch the greatness of the game come alive.
Stop demeaning who could likely run hoops around you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shaniqua Marie